Blackfoot Forest We are made of all those who have built and broken us.

He didn't mind the shortening of his name, even though it was only his family were the the only ones to call him by that nickname. This woman was so timid, he couldn't begrud her lack of manners. In fact the opposite was true, it endeared her to him that she would call him such. Siarut simply nodded as she tested his name on her tongue. 

Where was he going.... he had to think of the proper response, still to protective to reveal the true pupose of his travel quite yet, Siarut went with the easiest answer. "Home." He thought the word fitting for what he hoped to find at the end of the journey. "And you? Where are you headed?" The bear thought a question for a question seemed fair.