*Nonac sits down and looka grim *

A bearlord, warlord, reaver. He attack our lands, we fight, but tribe cannot beat large army. We scatter, he hunt us to death. Victory will be slow. But victory. 

We will survive, they cannot last winter, they know not the land. We will return and reclaim lands when cold comes. 

*Furia nods*
When winter come we hunt man, there supply lines, they need to cart food, ice, rock, there keeps will starve . 

They know not hoe to hunt or endure in our homeland. 




Bearlord.. We know him as the reaver, a great black bear, werelord. 
Warlord, seeks only to kill.