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To Tonravik, his gesture was one of submission and affection to ones leader, nothing else. She did not rebuke the touch, and would only reprimand him should he draw too near to her stomach. Only Iqniq did she trust so near to the area, but even that was tentative at best. The area was sensitive; and to any man or woman that came near to it, no God that was could help them. She returned his gesture with a nip, as much an expression of fondness as any. The leader was coming to appreciate him more, but he had plenty, still, to prove.

When he withdrew, Tonravik did not move toward him but instead back into the water, now craving the fish she had felt against her leg. It was a sudden change, but when she was in the waters she waited for them to still. None came near her, yet; but it was dark, and she blended perfectly now.

His emotions she did not know. Emotions in general, she did not know. Tonravik lived in black, white, and red; the blood she spilled from her enemies was as much a part of her life as anything else was. It was a simple one... but one she would not change for any thing.