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"I have not met any for a long time now. I think that they all are roaming the dream-lands at the moment," Wraen explained, feeling glad for the quirk of bears, who were the most fierce predators and competition to her kind. Barren winter months would be very difficult to accomodate two very hungry species of sharp-teethed and clawed beasts.

"Aha, alright - we all have to start somewhere," she nodded, trying to guess, how old the kid actually was, and whether this was the reason for his insecurity and lack of confidence. "I do not believe that any of those famed and brave heroes of the old myths felt brave and eager from the get-go of their journeys."

"Name's Wraen, who are you?" she asked.