"Idris," he says, taking that in; he hadn't recognized the accent. It wasn't American, he'd been able to tell that, but that doesn't mean much as to one's birth. "How did a whole country manage to stay hidden?" That sounds like quite a feat, and by whether unnatural or mundane sciences, one that intrigues Lyall.

Lyall can't help grinning back. "Well, I'd assumed," he laughs softly, then realizes he might not be able to make that assumption. "Is anyone born a werewolf where you're from? Werewolves can't reproduce, in my world. Well --" He pauses, thinking of Prudence and the drama surrounding her birth. He can't think of her without imagining a small child suddenly turning into a wolf cub. It had been chaos, but cute chaos. "Under very rare circumstance," he amends.