I extended my hand to Jarlath Drake. "I’m Wolf." He, too, had a firm grip, but as we touched, I heard the Old One howl. That meant, for reasons I could not fathom, that the Old One did not like this individual. Normally, that was enough for me to consider the person a bosom buddy. In this case, however, Jarlath’s protective hovering over Nadia was enough reason for me to hate him. "Jarlath’s a mouthful."