Bearclaw Valley Saturday I said "I'm Sorry"

An unpleasant familiarity came from this female. The words she spoke though unintelligible to Drust were like those he had heard before. Old and dull compared to that of his priestess.
 
The most unsettling of all was the word he could understand… 'Bear'. A word spoken to him time after time and turned his stomach.
 
His nose flared with disdain but something kept him at bay.
 
The word was familiar but the tone was new. One that did not convey contempt or fear, followed by curiosity.
 
He paused a moment. Unsure if she had finished her babbling.
 
His head slowly swayed from one direction to another. A universal 'no' but his was hesitant, unsure how to answer a question he couldn't understand.