Though he was not the brightest of wolves, it was not always difficult to tell a harmless wolf from a dangerous one. This girl had a relaxed aura about her and Anthem found any tension that had built in his muscles slowly fading. The man's smile would grow, lighting up his gentle features as he gazed at her. She was looking in the water -- he wondered why. Perhaps she was trying to fish? Or watching her reflection? Maybe she just liked looking at the ripples of the waves. Either way, her attention had turned to him and quickly she begin to speak.
He was slow to answer, his voice coming carefully after her own inquiries. "Anthem Destruction. Home is Ludicael." The brute spoke carefully, articulating his words with surprising care for such a simple conversation. "Misha," he repeated her name happily, learning it and wanting to remember it.
