Swiftcurrent Creek I only act like I know everything

Gypsy watched as he seemed rather unfazed of her comment, more fixated on catching something, perhaps prove that he was able to do so. When striking the water, it was a rather quick movement and her eye couldn't catch it directly but the obsidian wolf was able to catch the fish and seemed rather proud of it. He had tossed the fish behind her, causing her too look at the now dead animal, laying lifeless next to her. Hesitantly, she picked up the silvery body and moved it in front of her. "Bravo," she complimented, and bowed her head—an act equivalent to a slow applause. 

"Do you wish to be a hunter?" The girl questioned, referring to the trade. Hoping to gain more insight to the man. This question was just an opening, she would continue to ask questions, getting deeper and deeper to understanding him. This one seemed simple, nothing that a closed book wouldn't admit.