Meadowlark Prairie in flanders fields

The girl seemed shy, but not uncomfortable by his presence, therefore unaware of the effect his words had on her, even more that she was under the influence of some sort of drugs, Birk continued to walk the road of flattery. "The names suits you," he remarked. "I am Birk of Jötunn Glacier. Though just Birk is fine by me."

Then Raven did something so sudden and stupid, that it left Birk speechless for a second. He too glance down at the offending forepaw, his gaze then moving up to see the girl's face and understand, what all of that had been about. She did not realize, how very lucky she was to meet him and not either of his siblings. They would have bitten the paw off right on the spot.

"Do you greet all people like this? Or is it a custom around here that I know nothing about?" he asked curiously.