By way of response, the beast only stared back with empty eyes. What do you want. How quaint. Dre Klage did not want; he was an action, a shell, a mass of sick shaped and willed into motion by unseen forces, and all the while the mouth with which he uttered his poisonous speech grinned and grinned.
His eyes trailed down to the wet puddle that had formed between the cowering wolf's legs and then slowly, agonizingly, dragged their accusing gaze back up to pierce through Mercury like a spear.
Hie rude fier yia ali make laba mer.
His voice sounded thick, throat almost clogged with slime as he bubbled and rasped around his words with an almost playful tone.
A shout split the heavy silence between them as Dre Klage turned to focus on the source of the disturbance. Another toy? Another corpse, perhaps?
You may,he dribbled in the common tongue, regarding Wardruna with curiosity.
Yes.
She could leave.
Yia ma lule, aln yivra dre kir fier yiar fur widr yia,he rattled out a chuckle, and you somehow understood the nature of his speech.
But he will stay.
With me - in the dark.
Slowly, Dre Klage resumed his wet, trudging walk toward Mercury.
Yia ere alrudyl dud,he slurred lustfully.
Aln yia af an elen drie ut.
Closer, closer, backing the smaller wolf toward the edge of the cliff...