Jade Fern Grove a lion born of things you cannot be

For reasons that weren't entirely certain to Jorunn it did not surprise him that Bazi had been — no, was — he corrected himself mentally soon after she'd corrected herself a Warden. Surely one so knowledgeable on the going-on's (namely with bears) of her pack could be anything less than a vigilant warden. “Really?” Jorunn's interest was instantly piqued when Bazi offered for him to join her upon her rounds, ears perking atop his skull as physical evidence to his interest. “Lets go!” An over-eagerness had gripped the Lothbrok boy, swept away in the moment and the offer that he could actually join Bazi on her rounds that he forgot for a moment all about the bear. That forgetfulness sunk rapidly into a dark abyss as Jorunn turned eager eyes to the path that he assumed was the Glen's borders only to catch a large shadow, lumbering — not unlike the bear in Stavanger Bay — move in the distance. It's movements struck him with a sickening and icy blow, as intensely familiar but it'd been a shadow against more shades of gray and he couldn't be entirely certain that he'd actually seen it. 

It was this uncertainty that kept Jorunn quiet on it. What if he told her he thought he saw the bear and she went and checked and it ended up being a deer or something? Although Jorunn thought with a small measure of sarcasm and chagrin that there was no mistaking the movements of a deer for a bear, let alone a shadow. Still, it'd been only a brief glimpse and he was hopeful to the fact that he'd imagined it; though doubt weighted heavily upon the vain hope.