A time to rend, a time to sew

Ethelred Beranhond, named after his mother's clan, the Hands of the Bear (Beran=Bear, hond=Hand in old English, which is what I am using to translate the archaic roots of the common language in this world), and for his father Ethelred (wise counselor in OE). He usually went by his last name around strangers... and friends for that matter. He was proud of Ethelred, but was not all that fond of the nickname 'Ethel' or the nickname 'red.' Thus, our sake we shall follow his wishes.

Beranhond stood and shook his head at Vulder's gate (the region he is from pronounces initial b's as voiced labiodental fricatives (in English we know it has a v) and started to pack up his tent. For the next twenty minutes he wanted to curse as he attempted to roll out all the air so that his tent would fit in the carrying bag. His Cat, Tigrisclawu (Tiger claw), purred and looked at him annoyed each time he rolled up the section of the tent he was sleeping on. Once the tent was rolled up and Beranclawu fed, Beranhond spent the next twenty minutes packing away the rest of the belongings while apologizing for the urge to want to curse. He did not do this for Narath - she quite fond of him and was a very forgiving Goddess, but more for himself who was not as forgiving.
Once the tent was packed up and all his items stowed away he kneeled to the ground, looked to the sky and started to pray. Tigrisclawu did likewise, but in a cat-style.