[center][b] Das the One and Only[/b][/center]
[center][i]”Got you, you sneaky fucker” - Das to Waldo[/i][/center]

	Das perked a brow at the fur clad woman and rolled his tongue to mimic her accent and to speak in her language, “Pack, Alpha? Like dogs? I just knew it wasn’t me who brought the fleas into the camp, sneaky bastards.” 

	He pondered for a moment on her questions, and waving a dismissive hand to add gesture to his dodging of her query of his origins, “I’m from the last place I slept,” he paused, “and yes I guess I do know a member of the group.”

	The man smiled, continuing to weave words of an ancient language,“ I suppose then you are a druid, a shaman? By any chance are you Kafshe?”