'course we talk! Unless you mean wolves who're sick! But it ain't their fault they can't talk. That's what Zodiva does, you know!

[Of course, she doesn't know. How would she? That plague doesn't exist outside of Weblin.

Guillan pads closer, sniffing again.] What d'ya mean chain? [Another step closer and he phases straight into his more humanoid form (though hi ears and tail remain as always), to peer closer at her and her chain.]