Heart of a Bear

“Yes. We’ve recently moved into the Northern territories. I’ve scouted these places before, but I’ve never stuck around enough to know them like a native.” He admitted, offering the stranger a warm smile. He wasn’t afraid to admit it, after all he still had a lot to learn about these lands. He had spent most of his adulthood in the South. “What’s your name?” he asked when the stranger didn’t freely supply it.

He settled down on his hunches, it didn’t seem like he would be moving off immediately, and he was interested in what the stranger might have to say. “Perhaps you could tell me a little of the Northern lands? Was your family a part of a pack?” He asked, searching for inkling of what this man could tell him about the places the Armada now found themselves in


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