Mircea paused, one eyebrow raised, as he realized that he'd given away one of his secrets. Immediately pissed at himself, he hid it well, giving her a small smile. "We all have our secrets..." he murmured, winking at her with as much charm as he could muster. He tilted his head and then chuckled. "A werewolf raising a puppy? How does the puppy take it?" He didn't know whether or not weres had an easier or rougher time with animals. He knew that he didn't have a difficult time with animals, when he could stand them, but he didn't know how being a werecreature affected that.
Glancing down at what Sydni held in her hand, he smiled as she showed him the fragile shell. "I have." He nodded as she told him the stories, even though he found the one story to be a fair bit of fluff. It was fanciful to believe that a shell could turn into doves, but much of Christianity was fanciful to Mircea. He looked at the shell again and then smirked. "Yes, it doesn't occur to the Christians that the five wounds of Christ very much resemble a pentacle, does it?" He chuckled softly before stretching out his legs in the sand.