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Relonikiv was neither old nor articulate enough to really understand the concept of accents. If he had trouble understanding Kieran, he simply read his body language to fill in the blanks. Taking the light touch to his head as approval, the puppy sniffed the dead rabbit, then began to tear into it. His fangs were small but very sharp, so as long as he deconstructed it a bit first, he could manage the carcass.

His ears flicked as he ate, picking up on Kieran's praise. Relonikiv smiled around a mouthful of delicious rabbit meat, yet didn't pause in his eating. For one usually so small and gentle, he ate with the same voraciousness as any wild wolf. He didn't take a break until he saw someone else—a familiar black she-wolf—approach. Relonikiv licked his bloody lips, then grinned at her.

"Hi," he said to Kaskara before dropping his head back down to the kill, momentarily ignoring his company in favor of food.