Emberwood The devil in disguise had a poker face

Oh, good, spoke the sag of the young man's shoulders, and the way he cast one last glance over his shoulder. He usually enjoyed spending time on his own, but something about this place made him uneasy.

"Nice to meet you, Eti," he replied, minding his manners as his parents had taught him. Just as his father had taught him to say hello in as many languages as he knew — he thought that had been French, but unfortunately, he only knew the one word in that language. "I'm Katmai."

And, yeah, plenty of wolves called him Kat. He didn't offer the nickname, though. He wanted to appear grown-up to this very obviously grown-up male.

"Do you live around here?" he asked, trying not to look around at the unsettling trees. "I'm — I'm a little lost, maybe."