Bramblepoint Strength comes from the good things

He weighed his options. She kept her distance, meaning she probably didn't want to hurt him, and so he quickly dismissed any malicious intent. 

Story. Or Riddle.

He was by no means an artist when it came to the common tongue. If the story were in his language he had no doubt that he could indeed impress the claimed witch. So he decided perhaps his wit might carry him forward. 

"Alright Wraen of the Hedge Witches, I shall hear your riddles. I have fallen into your webbed trap and now must pay the consequences. I will answer your puzzles correctly." He took a moment to settle his haunches upon the ground, getting comfortable, as he let his certainty sink into his statement. "I am Siarut, if my name holds any interest to you." The ice bear offered his name hoping it might lessen the difficulty of the query.