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She struggled against the dirt, pushing in an attempt to heave herself through the gap instead of trying to squeeze herself back out the way she'd came into it. Arturo almost told her to stop, to try backing out of the gap instead of continuing through with trying to fit through it, but the moment Ceannasach's lips parted to speak she had pulled herself through with enough force to send her forward with a rather ungraceful tumble into the wide berth of the hollowed out trunk. Arturo moved quickly out of her projected path to avoid having her slam into him on accident, and let out a low rumble of a chuckle, shaking his head. “Are you alright-” Was all he managed to get out before she giggled that it was his turn to find her and ran off, attempting to mask her quiet, flurried footfalls. “-Chusi.” He'd lost the momentum of his question and her name came out softly, as to not call her back. Admittedly, he had not intended for the lesson to be turned onto him. He was not an ambush fighter. His enemies knew when and where the brawl would take place. He fought on his own terms. Still, he didn't particularly see the harm in indulging her. He rose to his paws and followed the scent trail she'd left in her wake, his pace slowed as to give her a fair chance to hide from him. She was still a child, after all, and Arturo imagined she very much enjoyed playing games still.