Savage
I say.
He lifts her up to his face again. “I’ll see you in a minute?” he asks her.
She nods and flits out of his hand. He watches her as if unwilling to let her out of his sight.
“Bye, Sir Elias.”
“We hope to see you soon.”
“Bye, sprites,” he says, waiting for us to walk out.
“Elias is a Gamma,” I tell him, knowing it will throw them into a tizzy again.
“A ranked wolf?”