Blackfoot Forest subatomic penetration, rapid fire through your skull

She parroted the word back to him, though with an added growl, and followed it with more words. Thankfully she didn't seem to pose a threat, evident by the wave of her tail that caused Astyanax to beam in response, glad that body language had a universal understanding.

Instead of answering right away, he stretched out his neck cautiously, nose wiggling as he took in her scent. Like the forest around them, her coat held a myriad of smells, unlike the rest of the Ursus pack who each held the strong stench of the valley.

The boy was clearly puzzled. Another long moment passed as the cogs in his brain slowly turned before he spoke again. "Name." It was both a statement and a question — what was she called?