Gyrfalcon's Keep Spirit walker

At his initial expression, she reacted with slight confusion.
Silent, brows lightly furrowed with the puzzlement of his face.
But to his soft nod and deep voice, the Witch felt inclined to attempt comfort.
"Of my homeland, it was an honor to be among warrior brethren." She offered with gentleness, "Most of my Clan, built much like you." She added, giving an incline of her muzzle to his gigantic, stocky build. 
"Reminds me of one of my cousins...She, too, massive an' powerful. But pale, not dark like you." She murmured, audibly, but her tone was laced with mild longing.

Even crones have memories, it seems.