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"mm," skorpa grunted, "ayovi, she think much of you. want keep safe." he wanted to only set down these things and be gone, but elowen was graceful in her hospitality — and swift.

the result was a jerky step which skorpa did not mask well. he set his broad foot back down from where he had been about to politely flee this domain of mothers and glanced toward the fluff nosing around beside his mother.

bearman rolled his shoulders beneath the bearhide. he paused and cleared his throat, then approached to stoop down. "vær hilset, lille kriger," skorpa said politely, unaware of the boy's natural reaction to such a filthy boulder of a man. "you are — born first to winsook," he added awkwardly, straightening with a nod to elowen. "fine boy. very — fat." this was a compliment to a mother, yes? they wanted fine fat children, true?

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