Shadewood I heard voices

He watched as she placed the lifeless bird upon the ground. An offering. He cast a gaze about before allowing himself to step forwards and sniff at the grouse before lifting his head and again looking to the naiad. He heard the stutter in her speech, but surely she was fully grown. She should be able to speak properly. 
This confused the close-minded creature, but still, he attempted to pass his name on to her, much like he had with Cry. And he'd learn hers, being if her name wouldn't bee too much for the bear to repeat.

In his corse tone, like shingle running off a mountainside and the contented grunting of a boar, he pronounced his name, "Kovertol." He wondered if she would be understanding at all.