Gyrfalcon's Keep do small things in a great way

Merlin did not remember a lot of things, but he was fairly sure that he was not with Sappique wolves at that time. But he did not want to add fuel to already existing confusion about, who he was and where he belonged, therefore he nodded and did not say anything else. He figured that, if the sister had been found in the end, then all had come to a good end. No need to stir up more dirt than necessary.

Bronco's story about the map of scars that criscrossed his face and body was more exciting - Merlin leaned even a little forward to have a better look at each that the other young man listed. It was as if he was a walking proof of all the brave deeds he had done in his life. Fought a wolf, fought a badger, fought a mountain lion, fought a - had he said anything about a bear, or had his imagination simply added that name to the list by default? Even if this guy had not met a bear so far, Merlin felt sure that with that much experience, Bronco would walk away victorious and with a batch of new scars to tell stories about.

"It does sound like that," he replied, trying to remember, what his year had been like. Surely not as "quite" as Bronco's had been, because last he checked there weren't any scars on his ugly mug. He had almost drowned, but that was not a feat he should be boasting about. What else... he had almost been beaten by a girl. Coon Assbite was a fearsome lass, that's was for sure and even Bronco would find a challenge in her, but then... he had a feeling that the wolf, who had chomped on this guy's muzzle, hadn't been a girl. 

"Where are you from?" he asked next, because he had learned that this was the next logical thing you inquired, when meeting a stranger.