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Eske didn’t particularly want to turn away an opportunity to (secretly) work on her hunting skills. They were passable, of course, but they were not those of a master huntress. She had yet to decide if she was going to master the hunting trade as her primary concern would always be mercenary but she figured that she had plenty of time and first thing was first: she had to earn the trade before she could think of a specialty and become a master at anything. If Eske were to let them her ambitions might get the better of her and she was quick to reel them back in under strict control. Eske noted Freyja’s smile as her sister looked at her but the warrior princess did not return it. Instead, the agouti warrior offered her sister a slight twitch of her lips not quite a smile but not any real improvement from her concentrated look, either. Though she followed Freyja’s lead in this she deigned to take some mental notes. Eske’s ears twitched as Freyja’s question hung in the air. “Ai laid ku.” Eske responded, pausing to draw her salmon pink tongue across her lips. “Shopta?” Eske repeated the question to Freyja an ear cocked in her silvern sister’s direction to hear her response.


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