Gotham wasn't quite sure what Russian meant, but he wondered briefly if Ember's sword had a Russian name, too. The boy reflected the older wolf's smile, glad that he had taken the time to explain the concept of swords having names. Since the names seemed to help the swords be strong, Gotham would name his future sword, as well. He wondered if it had to be an old Russian name (the boy still wasn't quite sure what this meant) to be effective in making the sword stronger, but he was sure he could figure this out later. He wasn't even old enough to shift and hold a sword yet, so he would worry about those things in the future, when they were more pertinent.
It really was a shame that he had come to the wrong place for dragon hunting, but the youngster supposed that he would be happy with a ghostly princess. Next time, though, he would make sure he would look in the right place to find a dragon. Preferably a fire-breathing one, sitting on a pile of gold. He still had a little bit of hope that these two were wrong, that, just maybe, a dragon had taken over the castle and eaten all the humans and settled in the dungeons. For now he would look for ghost princesses with his two new friends, and satisfy his desire for dragons later.
Grinning at the female's enthusiasm, the boy nodded his head. "Yeah, okay!" Looking up at Rurik as if to ensure he was coming, the boy bounded after the other dark colored wolf. The boy didn't think that her discovery was quite as wonderful as she seemed to think it was; though he did like books, there must be more interesting things in the castle! Lingering in the doorway, he watched her crack one open, his brows furrowed with a tinge of impatience. Feeling it was a subtle hint, he asked, "Do they say where to find a ghost princess?"