Shadewood Slow your role, getta a hold don't melt

His small, stubby ears swung to listen to her, trying to catch every syllable. Bear. He knew what that was. He wondered if he'd come across the very same one that hurt her. He wondered if he'd do battle with the Ursine; perhaps if it were male. He hadn't fought another Ursine for a long time.

Bärchen.
She wanted to know the meaning? His brows furrowed, thinking hard to connect the words. To formulate the translation. 
"Little Bear." He instantly grinned, happy he'd done it. He was so damn smart. It suited her, too. The ferocity but also knowing when to be careful. Almost fearless -- to be purely fearless would mean a quick death.
He grunted softly, inclining his head. He wanted to keep walking to view Shadewood in its Spring glory.