Felltree Marsh Gigelorum

Shea's head reared back a little when Lassie -- sorry! -- Lilia made a comment about his voice. He had been waiting for weeks on end to hear a sentence like that, chatting up every wolf he ran into in the hopes that just one would be familiar with his accent. But now that it was happening, in the middle of a hunt no less, the Loch wolf could only blink in mild bewilderment, trying to collect his thoughts.

Then, before he could recover, she said the magic word: Njord.

His eyes widened. Well o' caurse Ah do! Shea said excitedly, forgetting their hunt. Somewhere behind them, there was a sudden splash. He didn't even notice, crooked tail flying back and forth. Njordie's mah brother. Ah been lookin' fer 'im every which way. D'ye know where Ah kin find 'im?