The Sentinels birds flying high

The bear’s acceptance into the pack of druids was more pleasing to him than he would have been able to express properly. He had been granted access by the pale woman who led them, and she had offered him a few words in regards to her own homeland and it had done well to calm the nervousness that had tossed his gut inside of him. Aria too had hailed from the northern lands, and this was both a relief to the great soturi and a comfort. While their cultures were certainly different from each other, Lærke did not believe that it would be too difficult to share what he could of the moonlit wolves. They were a good people and he loved them dearly. His stories and his songs often pertained to his home, and though he had been asked numerous times why he did not simply return to the frozen land of his birth… he knew that his skills were needed elsewhere. Life was not meant to be lived in one place; it was intended to be experienced.
 
The song struck his ears and caused a smile to crinkle his features. The large chocolate brute turned his head toward the border and pushed his massive frame forward into a steady lope. Lærke could feel his chest swell with delight at the sound of the young girl and her cry to the heavens. They sway of his muscles felt good beneath his thick pelt. The soturi could see a challenge in attempting to navigate through the thick trunks of trees and twisted roots of the earth. His life had been spent in rolling frozen hills, and the cover of foliage was new to him.
 
When his eyes caught sight of the dark-masked girl on the border, he picked up his pace and came to a grinding halt just before where she stood. Salmon tongue lolled from his mouth and his silver eyes twinkled lovingly toward the young rogue. “Lotte! Minun kaunis siskoni!,” he barked to her in his powerful bass of a voice. Stepping forward, the large bear moved to press his skull against her smaller chest and lift his paws around her neck.