"Good, it'll be nice to skip the first step. I've been making with the explanations every time I meet someone new."

Emery is careful of his strength, getting the measure of César's before giving the right kind of twist and yank that separates that back haunch from the rest of the carcass. Then he puts that larger remaining segment back up on his shoulders.

"Emery de Luca, werewolf. One of the wolfborn, if that means anything to you." He gives César a nod, and asks, "Yourself?"