Grouse Thicket but we can overcome

It seemed as though his culture was even more foreign to them than he had first imagined. The russet woman on the beach had been gracious enough, but she had still carried a watchful, stiffness about her. The Nord did not know if it was that he made them uncomfortable, or if their lands were full of wrongdoings.
 
The Harbinger had traveled a great distance from his home in Jorrvaskr, and he had endured the likes of many different cultures. It never ceased to amaze him that there were so many different walks of life within the world. He had imagined that he could search through his entire lifetime and not find two that were alike in mentality. Of course, the Nord did not wish to burden them with his own thundering convention. Kodlak was a guest to their terrain, and he knew how to reverently treat the sacred ground of another’s hunt.
 
The golden female remarked that she had never heard the term ‘shield maiden’ before. The Nord offered her an apologetic expression and lowered his skull. “Ah, forgive me. This is a term from my homeland, the Jorrvaskr wolves were all shield brothers, or sisters where I hail from,” he explained to her, hoping that she had not taken offense. The laugh she had offered did allow the dusty warrior to feel more at ease with himself. “This is merely a Nord’s way of admiring the strength in another. Where I am from, it is far more difficult to catch birds of flight,” the Wuuthrad then rumbled.