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The wolf's words seemed to trigger a laugh of sorts from the bear, a growling rumble that only showed his amusement through the slight narrowed corners of his dark eyes. Lifting a paw to the canine's approximate height, it was clear why he was so amused.

He knew all too well that small creatures could still pack a harsh punch. This one reminded him of a lynx or maybe a wolverine, the latter of which the bear knew well were not to be messed with. He had felt the wrath of those claws enough times to know better.

Wolverine. He spoke the word with a strange confidence, no context added. It was decided that this was what he would call the wolf. Though 'Little Wolf' was the obvious nickname, there was already another which he had named as such.