Wapun Meadow Bow down before the one you serve.

The grey male, unphased by Taikon's idiocy, continued his explanation. Bearclaw. Indeed. Taikon had been correct. One of the fortunate parts of the Faruka had been that as a prince, Taikon had learned many factoids and bits about the cultures and practices of others. One of those practices was basics in obvious latin, particularly in terms of the most common constellations.
The Ironfang, as he called himself, seemed to have other things on his mind than stars and the arbitrary patterns they produced. Bruin-witch? The white loner tilted his head almost imperceptibly. He remained stiff, but he was very curious about this new term. What is that?