"You could say that." Tanti grinned, pushing his hands into his pockets. The girl was a beautiful girl, and he'd heard the girls up in the tree house. If the German could get those girls, he could get these girls quite easily. "You know, in Italian, Bella means beautiful. It suits you well." He commented off-handedly, stretching his long body out. "I am Tanti, but my enemy calls me the White Wolf. He is the Black Wolf, ironically." Tanti replied, chuckling softly. "So, you wanna run with the dogs?" He asked, summoning his Great Dane from the woods.