“I have trouble thinkin' o' ye as Bryson," she admitted apologetically. "Ye seem more a Conall to me."
"Why?" he asked with interest as he moved a pawn on the board.
"Weeell." She drew out the word and then pointed out, "Conall means strong wolf."
"And ye like wolves," he teased.
Claray glanced to where Lovey was asleep on the bed next to them with Squeak curled up on his back, and smiled faintly. "Aye. I do." Turning back to him, she admitted, "But ye also do seem strong to me. And as a mercenary ye were known as the Wolf. So, it just seems to suit.”