Raised by wolves had always just been an expression for one with table manners such as hers, Robin never imagined there was such an example to back up the phrase. This certainly explained the broken English.
"Yes, some.. but nowhere near his size." Robin nodded his head toward the massive lupine. "Sometimes, from our camp you can hear them howl. Has a tendency to scare the living soul out of some of my men. Well, one of my men." A gentle chuckle escaped from grinning lips and he peeled another piece of meat away from the bone to chew on. "Haven't actually seen one in ages." He again broke the bread within his hands, this time precariously offering the piece to the wolf. "You'll tell him not to take my hand off, right? I'm rather fond of it.."