”Och aye, lassie. I said, hoow daae yee git yiir cooncil juuice?” (Likely) seeing no recognition in her eyes, he scratched his head in puzzlement, trying to discern how to rephrase his words. It seemed all the wolves here spoke with unusual accents, but he could understand them, and that Lucaya seemed to be able to understand him. Was there a problem with this little thing he was trying to communicate with?

”Yir water? The liquid ye drink? How dae ye git it? ‘n’ from where?”