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Ilya followed behind him, her tail wagging happily as she padded along. Her blue eyes seemed to compliment his blue features as they padded beside one another. They were very contrasting in fur color, she noticed, her dark black and his snowy white; the blue popped out among the two. When they reached the stream, she sniffed it curiously, then perked her ears when she looked back up at him. "Well," she began, tilting her head, "Not much, but I made the assumption not to let them see your shadow, and probably to smack them out of the water," she replied. She watched him a second, then elaborated on her own attempted. "I didn't get very far with that method though, most of my catch attempts caused me to lose my balance and tumble in," she half muttered and half chuckled, looking to him with a playful gaze.