Bearclaw Valley salt trap

Sif nodded eagerly at his proposal, tongue lolling out in wolfish laughter as she puzzled over his words. Eventually, she figured out his insult toward the bear - it made Sif want to seek him out even more, and possibly see about having a chat. If it was a lazy bear, she could surely run from it if it got too irritated with her, right?

"He can not talk," she said, careful not to trip over the words. "But hunt and figh, ja!" If there was one thing her family was good at, it was fighting. Unfortunately, that was just about all Isengrim was good for. She worried that he would pick fights with Xan's friends. "I will aask him."