[ Wyatt recognizes that particular wolf immediately, and grins as he climbs on top of him. He moves to put his arms around him immediately, and scratches his Wolfe ears. He noses in, snuggling at the wolf's neck. He's not troubled by the voice in his head, and responds to it as easily as though Ignacio had spoken aloud. Of course this makes Wyatt sound like he's talking to himself, but hey. He doesn't care what anyone thinks. ]

Cumply-an-yos. You better not be shit-talking me, bro, I wouldn't know the difference.anyways what kind of question is that? I'm from the Internet generation, man, we do everything online. You're lucky I didn't add a poll.

[ Pause. ]

I should've added a poll. Damn it. Next time, yo. But you can tell me what you think, anyway, even if you're totally biased since you're already like a world class supervamp. Which my family are too, by the way. I already know where they stand.