Bearclaw Valley hareta sōgen

'Ohayō Gozaimasu' A phrase he'd come accustomed to hearing when he first saw her in the morning.

It brought a faint smile to the corners of his large jowls. He could hear her melody and how it rang a pinch chipper this morning than usual. When she stepped away to fetch her surprise the bear found himself taking a step in her direction, but restrained himself and waited patiently.

The Miko returned with a branch which she held gently with care. A string of notes were sung, their meaning intangible to the bear. Her paw lifted and gestured to herself. The bear stepped forward closer to her and his nostrils huffed as he inspected the branch more closely. Only under closer inspection, it was no ordinary branch. Little white flowers bloomed at the end with light pink patterns inside the petals. No strong fragrance emanated from the flowers, but they were pleasant on the eyes. Especially mixed in against the background of the Miko's pale coat.

As she stepped back and regarded the shrine her tone was curious, questioning. 

He pondered a moment. Then slowly began to walk backward away from the shrine, until eventually, he stopped, getting a more holistic view of the shrine and its surroundings.