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A toothy grin was given in response to her attempt at his language, a feral sort of expression as his head reared with excitement. Adrenaline coursed his veins, a fire burning in them now at the acceptance of his proposal. Kattardýr, He corrected, a rumble to his voice that was not unlike the purr of the felines he spoke of. Fjallaljón, a great cat with strong teeth and claws that rival that of wolves. They are as quick as they are as cruel, best to be brought down now. For he did not want such a creature to plague the Watch, nor the wolves within it.