" URSKADAMUS TINE SMYORFIN MASACH!” Edme wasn’t sure what to believe now — her ears or her eye? There was only one wolf who swore in both the language of bears and that of Old Wolf. “Faolan?” “Who else, for the love of Lupus? One would think you saw a ghost.” “But with all that frost — you look like a lochin.” Faolan gave a dismissive bark. “You should see yourself,” Edme persisted. “You’ve got icicles hanging from your chin fur. Your belly fur looks as if it’s …” “I know! I know! I can feel it!” he replied crankily. “You look absolutely ancient. I mean older than the Sark.” “Thanks a lot,” Faolan huffed. “Well, what did you find?” “No meat.” His voice dwindled. "
― Kathryn Lasky , Frost Wolf (Wolves of the Beyond, #4)