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It became a game rather than a chase for life. The fish swam past her, teasingly, their silver scales rubbing against her thick quarter-Arctic fur. She darted forward when they were close, her jaws snapping in the water, the liquid squirting through her crunching maw. The girl whirled in a circle, losing the original fish she had been hunting, quickly shifting targets to another, similarly shimmering fish, spinning herself into a tizzy. Her body stopped, soaking now, and she faced the shore. A giddy smile masked her panting body and she looked up. The sight of a large male on the shore surprised her, mostly because she had not noticed him. A soft gasp exited her lips, but it quickly shifted into a scowl. Who are you? She asked pointedly.