Blacktail Deer Plateau Witch of a witch of course

in eagerness, the mass had leant forward.

in realization, it retreated.

"hm." another nod. "these ears doth hear."

"...yet, ash paw. how doth thine gods... co-exist?" another lift of the brow. 

another pause.

then, spoken into empty air, unfocused, half-whispered;

"bears... these ears... hast heard..."