Grouse Thicket but we can overcome

“Dude.”
 
Kodlak repeated the word in a baritone that had been delicately laced with confusion. It did not take long before a smile cracked through the harsh grit of his features and he chuckled in a booming tone at the moniker she had afforded him. The Nord had been called many things, but he had not once heard the term dude used in reference to himself. Understanding that the culture of others was vastly different to his own, Kodlak had accepted her terminology and found it pleasurable enough to warrant a laugh.
 
“That was a fine catch, shield maiden. You are swift on your feet and quick with your fangs,” he praised with a curt bow of his head. Though he had been hungry enough to search the thicket for food, he was not bothered that another had bested him in catching the same target. It was not his place to raise his arms over the blood of a simple bird among the boughs.