The Sentinels tanssi karhu

A swirling mixture of scents lingered in the air, and the great bear found pause in his trek. His argent gaze drifted carefully along the thickly rooted trees. Lærke sought the company of those who would share the same space as he. The bard was no stranger to companionship of many different kinds. When his eyes caught sight of a shape that reminded him somewhat of a warped version of his own reflection, he allowed a grin to spread his features. 

"Hail," he boomed in the deep bass of his voice. There was little control over his volume. Still, his intentions were good enough. As he peered curiously at the stranger, he glanced to see another - hidden quietly in the background. He wondered if they belonged together.