Grouse Thicket mais oui on se connait bien

The announcing of his arrival had been met by the soft voice of the stranger. The bister-bodied shewolf was fair and her tone suggested a distinctly sweet nature. Even in the aversion of her gaze, Kodlak felt himself soften. The Nord was a noble creature. Though he had battled alongside the fiercest of them, the Companion was nothing more than a fair brute with an honor bound spirit. If there was fight within, he would respect it; even if it could best him.
 
“No, but your kindness is sweet,” the Nord responded to her dual inquiry. The no had been a layering response to both questions, but he did not imagine he would need to explain. Most of their kind was more attentive than they appeared. His body language did not suggest that he was in any way discomforted by her presence. In fact, he offered a hesitant smile and a single wave of his dusted tassel. “I should like the companionship.” It was no attempt at politeness; the wolves had been stiff in the territories that surrounded where he had wandered. One had taught him to fish and another had snatched a grouse from its flight, but he had yet to experience the light of a true – meaningful – interaction.
 
 “What has brought you to the sharp tangle, shield maiden?” The Wuuthrad then enjoined in a baritone that he had forced to leave his throat softly. The booming of his homeland did not always settle well with others; many of the wolves in the wilds were unfamiliar with his customs.