Dragoncrest Cliffs soldier, take your time

"Mercy," Ephraim repeats, though once more he is ignorant of the meaning. "Whee!" For a pup of only one language, a lot of what Étoille said was made more enthusiastic by the inclusion of words that sounded deceptively like English ones. Étoille's confirmation that they were going outside sounded more like excitement to the coywolf's ears, and his tail began to flap side-to-side as he trailed his guardian out of Hougeda. If Étoille was excited, then so was Ephraim.

It was left up to him to decide which way. He blinked against the bright light of day and cast around for the most compelling sight he could find, but it all looked like forest to him. "That way?" he asked, flicking his nose in a random direction that would bring them down along the lake's southmost shore.