Said the eager Ulfric to the little werewolf, "Do you smell what I smell? Deep in the forest, little werewolf, Do you smell what I smell? The pard, the pard, they're anybody's meat, And a stench as strong as my feet, And a stench as strong as my feet." Said the little werewolf to the eager Ulfric, "Do you taste what I taste? Wafting in the night air, eager Ulfric, Do you taste what I taste, Their fear, their fear floating in the breeze, Like some really old smelly cheese, Like some really old smelly cheese." Said the not-so-eager Ulfric to the little werewolf, "Do you feel what I feel? Deep in the pit of my stomach, little werewolf, Do you feel what I feel? Bile 'o bile, It's Micah and that Anita Blake Girl, Stand back, little were I think I'm gonna hurl, Stand back, little were I think I'm gonna hurl."