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The great bear found himself mesmerized by the lithe companion that he had found. She was pleasant and lively with a spirit that he could feel in waves. The cold argent of his gaze traversed her frame and he nearly missed the words that fell from her mouth. She was inquiring the language that he had used. Furrowed brows met her for a moment and he attempted to compose himself and his thoughts. The translation was not always a success. The common tongue was difficult for the warrior, but he could struggle through it with only a few hiccups and a humorous twinkle in his gaze. "It is the language of my people. The language of the moonlit wolves of the north," he answered her, and there was a fleeting and humble breath. For a man who carried himself with such pride and honor, it was rare to see such reverence. 

The soturi followed the wispy woman as they traversed deeper into the wood. The stretch of trees and limbs that reached out toward them were an incredible sight to witness. As the female became known to him, the bear beamed. Starbuck, she was called; it was a suitable name. Within the same breath, she requested to know his own moniker and the hulking creature flagged his tail. "A lovely name for such a fine creature. I am called Lærke Ansbjørn," the rotund beast returned to her with a great and impressive bow of his massive body.