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Zhavvi was rather calm under the whole ordeal. She liked how different she felt. She knew one of the secrets of adulthood and she was damn pleased about it. The girl looked up when she was faced with her uncle. Her green eyes were clear with surprise, being so in her own world that the nip on her ear came as a surprise. The young girl glanced over her uncle, she was fearful at first that her uncle might drag her back to the campsite but his words proved otherwise. She snorted. She rather hunted Bison. She only ran along with a few hunts, all the way in the back to watch and learn. She never made a kill. Her father mostly provided for her.

"Tekir ultroi drivir. Shar winhal," Zhav returned to her uncle. She playfully jumped him, wondering if he uncle only wanted to hunt or also wanted to play in their new fun away. Zhavvi wouldn't mind doing both. The sly girl would like to get things her way. Zhav's way of trying to coach her uncle on was far from being innocent. "Coi ui svern ekess wux iosta," the girl challenged.