The Sentinels kovaa karhun

Her giggle was sharp and pleasant to his ears. The girl then told him that she needn’t bow to the likes of her – she was new to the wood. Lærke lifted his brows upward and chuckled softly. “I bow to all, ihana tyttö,” he responded. The bear was a creature of great honor, and he had been raised to show his respects dutifully – to everyone, without fail. The slender beauty before him was no exception. Where he may have held a rank above her own, Lærke did not feel the need to assert this upon first sight. They were of the same land, and they belonged to the same roots and foliage. With a gently flagging tail, he listened as she told him of her intentions for the morning. It had appeared that she too was mesmerized by the beauty of the thick and wild wood. The grin stretched along his leathery lips and the speed of his swinging tassel was increased at the sound of her words. Someone of a like mind!
 
When she complimented his eyes, the bear felt fire rise to his cheeks and he bashfully pointed his muzzle toward the earth. Lærke was a warrior, but it was rare that he would be offered such kind words in regards to his appearance, and certainly not from strangers. She was a light in the dark. “Ah, ohhoh,” his native tongue spilled forth from his lips so carelessly that he forgot many of the wolves there did not know it. “You are too kind, but you speak great truth! The forest is alight with beauty of all kinds. But you, sweet one, what are you called?” the hulking man requested.