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Had they been playing a game with the fish this whole time? Njal's disinterest roused some form of disappointment in the black-faced woman; the old man felt a bit suspicious of her motives, not realizing that it was standard behavior from her. That, and he knew somewhere in his mind that he should grow accustomed to trickery with these wolves - none could be trusted, especially with winter on its way.

"Small creatures, like beetles, but with clawed arms." He muttered a hasty description of a crab, flashing the witch a snide smile. Yes, he knew what a crab was. But he wasn't about to let her testing of his intelligence get to his head. This was the way of things now - he had to be smart to survive here.

"Have you ever seen a Wolfdeer?" He parried her questions with one of his own, testing her knowledge - but it was a trick of his own, for he spoke of a strange species rumored to inhabit the land of his birth. Njal could recall his uncles speaking of deer with the teeth of a wolf; they were prized as trophies by most of the elders back home.