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She saw him coming and paddled around to face the young stranger as he approached. The sight of his youthful face pleased her; she missed having age-mates around. Bones admired his white fur and frosty eyes for a moment before standing abruptly—revealing a depth of no more than a foot—and bounding spryly onto the shore.

"Not at all!" she replied emphatically to his question. A mischievous light flickered in her pale green eyes when she suddenly shook herself, certainly catching him in the spray. "It's refreshing! And it helps with me cuts that I got the other day." Young Bones paused for all of a second before excitedly demanding, "Did you hear about the mountain lion that attacked Fox? And how we fought it off like the brave and scrappy crew we are!" This last part came out less as a question than a proud declaration.