<strong>"I am from Bucharest...but I am not sure where I was born"</strong>, Puternic replied with his strong accent from the Ferentari neighbourhood. It had been some time since the werewolf decided to hide his accent from the strangers: he had nothing to fear after all.<br/><br/>Being recognized as non-human never bothered Puternic. In reality, he has always been pretty confident about his actual condition. What was a bit odd was to be called wolf. Alexa pissed him off by calling him a dog, submissively stupid to the desires of their owners. Being called a wolf was not that bad. However, as Puternic hardly shifted - even his fangs were kept on the bay most of time -, his question was unusual, to say the least. Even so, there was no reason to raise the guards.<br/><br/>After sipping a bit more of his milk, Puternic looked at Kilo.<br/><br/><strong>"I am not sure what brought me here. Just my instincts guided me to this place. So far, I have to say I am enjoying it very much"</strong>, he grinned and winked at Kilo, moving his head towards the garden. Anyone staying over the night in the Vampire Inn would have understood the joke.<br/><br/>After sipping the milk again, Puternic returned to the conversation.<br/><br/><strong>"What about Korono? Is she good at organizing parties? I think there will be a ball tonight, right?"</strong>