What The Tide Swept In

Almandine fell eerily silent. The quippy, sarcastic feline suddenly finding herself at a lost for words as she gazed at her friend. She was familiar with Maeva. The viking warrioress and Rudy had been head over heels for each other and no doubt they'd spent some tender nights together but Maeva was a headstrong woman bent on bringing Rudy to her Jarl to swear loyalty. It had been a difficult and rough break-up but Rudy could not swear fealty to that particular Jarl… Alma turned away as she watched her friend fumble for words. She still was in disbelief and could not aid him.

Rudy held some hope in Gale's words that she might not be sure but… but it wasn't a part he felt would be true. His birth name Rudolph had more or less squashed any chance that this child wasn't his as no one other than Alma, Maeva and Mordecai knew that name. His eyes narrowed slightly. Mordecai…. Mordecai had to have been the one to pass his name along to his supposed son. The companion was also suspicious. There weren't many wolves that travelled with cats. "Please, can you take me to him? Maybe if I see him myself and we talk we can figure this out but…. yea… my name is Rudolph but I hate it… I prefer Rudy." He glanced at Alma who shook her head at the insanity of all this. "Well, Rudy I'll be curious to see what trouble you've managed to get into this time."

"Speech"
"Almandine Speech"