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"Aye, it was," he confirmed her inquiry with a swift grin. The warriors of the frigid hills were quick to offer the word in a booming show of greeting - one fierce beast of battle to another. Lærke had been one once. While it was rare for the soturi to find himself in a state of melancholy when he reminisced about his homeland, the moments still swept him away. Though he was massive in stature and savage with his bite, the bear was far more fond of beautiful tales than he was of recounting stories of gore and violence. As the fair Starbuck pressed to hear more of his home, Lærke thought of it with a pang in his chest. 

"It is truly beautiful. Rolling hills of ice and snow - mountains that stretch into heaven. The old ones spoke of great warriors who had climbed those mountains and found themselves in a sea of stars. They were so mesmerized by the sight that they ached at the thought of returning to their home. So they became part of the galaxy," he rumbled reverently to the girl. He too had dreamed of scaling the tower to the sky, but had never found the courage to leave his family behind. So he fought instead; he carried the soturi title proudly amongst the moonlit wolves. But the stories were always dear to him... in a way he could not articulate. Some things could only be felt .