Twas the Night Before Christmas

He opened his mouth to speak, then thought better of it, adjusting his phrasing to make it sound more appealing to Rhyme. “Maybe we should ask other packs to help us.” He teetered on the edge of directly mentioning Erövrare or even suggesting that some packs catered more to fighters.

His thoughts drifted toward Epitaph and he turned his head to look at the alpha directly. “Would you like me to look at Epitaph?” He asked. Spider had assumed Rhyme was dubious about letting him near any of the females, particularly those that might be carrying litters. It grated against his nerves but he kept those thoughts to himself.

Spider speaking
you speaking Toad's voice