Beleth would like to think that she is a fairly observant woman. She's a scout, after all--Observing is kind of in the job description. So when a voice unseen appears out of the trees, she feels rather embarrassed about the way that she nearly jumps out of her skin. Still, the warning is heard, and Beleth pulls out her bow carefully, taking a step or two back and peering off in the distance, to see if she can spot the mentioned bear. Unable to, she turns her eyes up, and tries to see the person who gave her the warning instead.

"Thank you, ser. These bears are so troublesome, makes me want to get those folks who were trying to kick up a fuss about killing them and tossing blood on people, and make them--"

She trails off of whatever threat she had in mind as she finally spots the person. The elf, she should say, who seemed to be a city elf from his face. But he looked like no city elf that Beleth had ever seen--She's reminded of the Lady Galadriel. Tall, pale, almost ethereal. It makes her feel...utterly plain, a sparrow to a parrot.

"Aneth ara, lethallin. Ma vhen?"