Silvertip Mountain warm wine

She cocked her head to the side, soft brows pinching. Making for a contemplative, if not somewhat cute expression on the Tundrian. "Bruin witch..." She repeated, testing the name or title on her tongue. "I can't say it is one I am at all familiar with." The curious gleam in her eyes projected the seeking question of it's meaning. The bear worshipper would only share if so inclined.
"Of course. It would be unkind of me not to extend the same courtesy." She dipped her head, politely. "I am known as Keyni. This is but my second year residing in the wilds. I am a non native, hailing from the far distant north."