Two Rivers Isle ELSA, PLEASE DON'T SLAM MY MEMES

Mama was right behind him, and since he'd been doing since the bear attack, Vassago hesitated. He turned his face to his mother, studying her and falling into step beside her as she whispered to him. Daring as he was, he'd learned that Malice and Burke were set to protect them, to keep them from feeling the awful thing of pain. Bears, in his mind, were at the top of the list of things he didn't like, even over heights. 
Where were they going? His nose was twitching as he took in scents, wonderously trying to match each one to the thing it came from. He sure remembered the scent of bear.