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Zhavvi let out a loud snort of disapproval when her uncle just completely ignored her advances. Males and their food, she thought grumpily. She wanted to do the other thing instead of some hunt. Apparently no hunt his too boring. It didn't seem to her that deer would be wading through the water. Maybe she was confusing them with Bison or something. The young girl had not really have a good insight in prey. A soft huff came from her lips when her uncle told her to follow. Eventually the girl followed the blood of her blood.

She got herself out of the water and moved quietly that she could do. She let her uncle decide what they would hunt. She found these long legged prey weird, and they were way to fast. She liked bison better too. But she couldn't complain because then her father would bluntly tell her to starve. She should eat what the pack brings her. Well what if she wanted something to hunt herself? But she wasn't allowed because oh no what if she hurt herself. This was also the thing with trying to be a warrior. No one would spar her in fear of her father. [hover=Tell me what I should do]"Visp ve svabol si jalla tir,"[hover] She whispered.