Porcupine Ridge and I told you to be patient

Greyback's ears perked as the maiden chuckled and denied his inquiries. "Walk on hind legs?" He echoed, head tilting. He had never heard of the word 'Giskyri' but in the context, he assumed it had something to do with appearance. Different from their heads? Like bears? It was extremely odd and sounded something of a fairy tale within the man's mind.

Perhaps a story to scare whelps into staying by the den.

"I have never heard of such a thing... Pray tell, what is that language you spoke? Your dialect is most foreign to me..ah— giskyri?" He knew he had butchered the word as he spoke it, ruining it with his eastern tongue.