And Tanni did, curiously, courteously not touching cool nose or wet tongue to his hand. She wasn't, after all, some untrained, unblessed creature. The ruddy wolf was satisfied, and dropped down after.

"Richard - 'tis not a name I'm knowing, but isn't so bad as others I've heard since coming." He remembers poor Schroeder and his names that stretched longer than he stood tall. "If the clothes weren't telling me that few come from where I know, the names would be. But lad, so long as you're offering, I'd be glad to have some breakfast. Pork, perhaps?"

A tingle through the link reminded him. "And something for Tanni. She dislikes the hunting outside."