Björn at the very least, seemed bothered by the wolves, but not terrified completely. He had fought many creatures in his time alive, and wolves made that list somehow. Not many had, but the few that did, were enough to at least make him drop the majority of his fear toward the animal. However he did notice more, and more started to show up, that alone was enough to tempt him to reach for his great axe. Yet he stilled himself, knowing that would only provoke the animal, instead he trusted the elf's knowledge, and attitude toward nature to be some sort of helping factor, in keeping the wolves from doing anything.
"I see. They quite big, not big like bear. But big." Björn replied with a sigh. "Orina." He muttered to himself, trying the mimic the sound that her name made. He seemed to have understood it enough, that at the very least, he could pronounce it. "Elf, good people...help my village some time. We used to have elf, who live with us...used to." He explained, trying to at least establish, that he liked elves. He held no hatred, no bias, he was unlike most humans in that respect. Due to how he was raised, he held other races in just as high regard, as he held his own. "Other human, are one I hate most. They do, worst thing, than elf ever have." He growled the words practically.
Yet his mind was drawn even farther down the path of hatred, as Orina asked how he ended up wounded. Björn was not one to lie, his pride, his courage, everything was something that made him too proud to ever do so. "I went on hunt. Alone. I return, village. Find on fire, homes on ground. Whole place, ruined." He explained, as vividly as his simple words would allow him. "I know, that soldier, in this color." He pointed at the bloody cloth on his arm. Aside from the dark red, another color could be distinguished. Showing what kingdom, or at least what city's men attacked his home. "I only find three left in village. Three are not family, three are soldiers, who ruin, and kill. I know they not one who did it. Not enough of them. But I have revenge on these human. I take this. Family, weapon." He explained, as he gestured toward the massive weapon his back. "I fight, three men. I kill three men. I take the men, clothing. To bandage wound. I take, s-s-symbol, they wear. To show me, who else, wear it. So I know, who did, this." He finished his story, at the end stuttering a bit, due to his lack of knowledge on how the word was said. He also produced a piece of cloth, he had cut off one of the men's uniform. It was just a symbol, of the noble man, or woman that ordered these troops around. Other than that though, he had zero knowledge on what it meant.
