The wolves of the Weald have a wolfish language of their own.
- the hole that all men mark but none claim
- a calque of the phrase the wolvers of Grimly Holt made up for the ancient privy they found in their keep during a weirdingstrom
- a frozen crust over deep snow
Songs and poetryEdit
The wolvers have a long tradition of songs and poetry.
- ↑ Seeker's Mask, "Interim IV: The Grimly Holt" — "There was a small structure attached to the rear wall which none of the singers understood. 'It's a privy,' said the Wolver Grimly, and explained. The word meant nothing in their tongue, so they settled for a description: the hole that all men mark but none claim."
- ↑ To Ride a Rathorn, "Chapter XIX: Darkness at Noon", III — " 'Yce, an orphan from the Deep Weald, or so Grimly tells me.' 'Ice?' 'Close enough. It's a wolver term for a frozen crust over deep snow.' "
- ↑ Dark of the Moon, "Chapter 12: Night Pieces" — "Out in the Holt, the rest of the pack sang in yelps and long, crooning wails which took on the rhythms of some complex poetry."
- ↑ Dark of the Moon, "Chapter 12: Night Pieces" — " 'Grimly became a poet instead of a pelt. The work he does in his own language is quite good—the pack is performing some of it now—' "