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Tuulikki mentally hums his name, but offers a second one.  Taltos.  She narrows her eyes at the introduction, It reminds her of her father’s name.  The thought of her father, even minuscule, made her nose wrinkle.

Following his instruction to take the fish, even if she’d turn the offer down the original offer, she drops her head to take the kill between her teeth.  She’s gentle at first, pulling it close, before she snaps her teeth around it quickly and gobbling down half of it in one bite.  

There’s hesitation with the second half as she lifts her head, licking her lips of the mess she’d suddenly made.

“Thank you, Taltos.”

Tuulikki doesn’t wait for a reply before she devours the remainder of trout, straining to divide it in two bites.