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As the night stretched before him and the great bear found his tired muscles in a state of relaxation, the warrior could not help but to find a quiet hum that formed in the back of his throat. The broad beast had always been fond of sharing his voice with others, but the evening air was so pleasant that he dared not to allow the full boom of his vocal bass. Instead, the massive creature was possessed by the love of his many lullabies and so he hummed into the darkness until a voice roused him from his moment of peace.
 
Darting his silver gaze toward the sound of the woman, he caught sight of blue eyes against an inky backdrop. The inquiry from the female had been polite enough, and so Lærke granted her a crinkled smile that stretched to the edges of his eyes. “Rakeet, dark one,” he greeted to her in his native tongue. Lærke did not know that the wolf spoke French, but his own Finnish language would be lost to her if he struggled with translation. Clearing his throat, the bear gestured with his muzzle toward the night sky and breathed a quiet sigh. “I was… how you would say… stargazing?” his bass filled the air around them like a warm breeze.