Quiet is the Night

He turned his head just so that he was gazing at the she-wolf as she spoke. He dipped his head, his words sotto voce, "Ah'm sorry ta 'ear you've suffered at the paws an' jaws o' a villainous fiend. It is unfortunate tha' the world is filled wi' vile hearted cretins tha' 'ave so li'l respect fo' the life o' others." He knew of them all too well, for he was related to many with so vile a background that did not bare thinking on. Savage believed he'd gotten free of horrors unforeseen, because most were so tight lipped back in his pack of birth. Yet neither he nor his father as far as he was aware were like that. His mother however and many of both his parents ancestors had killed one another to gain their position.

"Ah, where ever are my manners. I do 'ope yeh don' take too much stock in names. It was nah a name my Da would 'ave chosen, but my Mam di' nah give 'im a choice in the matter. I'm Savage Kringle. Yeh need nah tell me yours if yer uncomfortable." He did wonder if she were completely missing an eye as he couldn't see in the night, and if not, what could have happened to so blind her eye. Yet he felt it would be rude and a bit to prying of a stranger to ask. Perhaps if he saw her at some point in the morning light, for he doubted she'd wish to bring herself nearer. They were strangers after all.