Ocean's Breath Plateau herceg novi

the sly grin of the wolf was mirrored by dog.

"ah, then was yeur aunt beautchiful veenus, or yeur uncle proficient mars?" the dog queried, playful and grinning. "beacause sam' say merfolk were born tcho gauds, tcho tempt tchravellers witch irresistible looks aend song intcho a watchery demise." as he spoke from his bow the komondor tilted his head from one side to the other, wooly bangs swaying to reveal solid brown eyes full of good humour and cheer. "should ai run ven ai hear yeu sing, stran'jer?"

a hunt was mentioned! the sheep-dog whirled around.

"huntching! vai, dis wan has naut eaten ' in sam' days." his tail wagged with enthusiasm. "yeu mightch'vee noticed, but ai am of chifferent type fram oll of yeu. mai kind can't gou lang witchout ae meal."

it was then he noticed that the other sister had departed, taking with herself the sweet fragrance of fertility. 

"ah, the naem is славуј, miss! sla-vooy!" he called after her. "yeur sister will tchell yeu all aboutch me!"

then he turned his attentions towards the remaining two, tongue loling out.

"so, ver do ve go to hunt?"