[center][color=335566][h3]Анна[/h3][/color]

He seems undisturbed by the fighting. Her own frame flinching at every loud word said. Released to shift her mind from it as he spoke. 

"I am called many things." He laughed. Laughing was a good sign. He was still staring at her. Unknowing why she gifted slightly uncomfortable. Scratching her coats arm, along the seemingly newly sown up scratch marks. 

"So why here?" He pondered. Remembering why she would ever run towards settlement. 
[color=335566]"Bears. A very big bear. "[/color]

Concise and short her answer seems less sure. A short forces laugh excaping her lips as her fingers ran over and pressed fabric down into an fresh wound. [/center]