Shadewood Found a little bit of light, tryna find my heart

Cry perked obsidian auds to the bear’s voice, the thunderous rumble a much deeper contrast against his quieter tones. However what mattered most was the bear’s accent, which switched with ease between their dialect and his. His name was pronounced crisply with the fade-away behind it, as it was meant to be. However the word afterwords was long, thick, and abrasive in rigidity. It must have been his name. 

Trying to match the lack of smooth edge which it was delivered while keeping the fluidity of how it was given, Cry repeated the bear’s intimidating title. “Kovertol.”

The thing which ruined Cry was the grin, to which was the utmost different between both bear and wolf. The wolf smiled with its whole body, while this bear had shown teeth, almost in a dangerous light. With a swallow, the assassin couldn’t return the smile the bear issued, as instinctually it would have been disrespectful. Instead, he offered the nicer company some more words, hoping the ursine wouldn’t mind conversation. But without much turmoil, Cry suspected their culture and dialect might prohibit them from being too close. But he had to try.

”Friend?” He asked, hoping the reaction would be far from him getting his face ripped off. Here he was, a wolf fully capable of killing others, but unable to face up to a predator above their tier. “Help?”

He had a favor to ask of the bear, and within every tendon was adrenaline on edge of being ignited. This bear was the strongest thing in these woods; if he could rely on Kovertol, much could be accomplished. But first things first.