The great wolf sits back on his haunches and stares at Krice with a look of concerned bewilderment. After a few moments, he gets up and darts away. A minute or two passes and he rushes back again. Fenrir takes a moment to catch his breath, then speaks.
I cannot fathom what great recognition it would gain our small community to have the King of Sweden in our midst. We'll need to get Krice and Madeleine together and knock off the other royal heirs. Knowing Krice, the first one will probably be hardest.
Who's with me?
