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The old man shook his head when he heard her response, stifling the urge to chuckle; but unable to hide his smirking. The expression held a place upon his face for the briefest of moments before falling away.

"Dunno what they're really called, but we always called them Wolfdeer back home." Well, volkenya, but close enough. Maybe Vlad had seen them before? Njal made a mental note to ask the thrifty rogue before continuing the explanation, licking his lips. "They look like any usual deer from around here, if a bit smaller, and they have fangs hanging out of their mouth like a wolf's head." He'd never seen one himself - but relatives and travelers from the steppes had often told stories to him as a child. The beast of the steppes, it would end the lives of poor hunters, or haunt them all the way home from a hunting trip - only to steal away their children. They were only Siberian musk deer; but all the same, a myth had surfaced around them in the winterlands.