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the cajun brute drew his skull backward with widened eyes and nodded solemnly. his expression might have suggested that he'd heard of the pack drageda, when he actually felt as though the young girl was speaking an entirely different language to him. that was alright, though; buck often felt as though people were speaking in tongues when they addressed him. he was one of the simple folk and that was a life he would always be content with. there wasn't much more that he aspired to be. 

"mmm, ah see, ah see," he mused in a rumbling baritone. when she asked him where he called home, the dappled bear cracked a wide grin and chuckled. that was such a difficult question for him to answer. in his heart, he knew that the bayou was his home and it always would be. as of late, his home had been wherever his feet had taken him. that didn't sound nearly as romantic as the sound of drageda, which forced an air of intimidation with it. "well, cher... i dunno how much you been told 'bout bein' a driftah, bud i getta call anywhere home," he composed with a proud expression. surely, he had to be impressing the girl.