Black Morass a little more falls apart

Althaia blinked. It spoke! It sounded a little grunpy, however, and she woundered why. Gathering what she knew about bears, which was little, she reembered that they slept all winter. Something called... habitnation? Habernation? She didn't know the exact terminology, but didn't care. She was quite glad the bear had spoken instead of eating her face. She laughed, half nervous and half in dry humour. "I very much doubt this evening is good for anyone, Sir. Bear- everyone here seems to be starving."

Sorry for crappy post- on my phone :)