Silvertip Mountain in her arms a lamb

he no longer wanted to bandy words about the bear with the girl, for she did not understand the importance of the bear's presence, and he did not wish to explain it. "it is sad," he agreed smoothly all the same, knowing that the flowing of their conversement must not be interrupted. 
"i think they travel alone," merrick murmured thoughtfully, then let his features develop into a slow smile. "don't think i ever got your name," he mused, his single eye focusing with open interest on the girl. "i'm rovii." lying; how creative it could be.