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And Stigmata presumed wrong.

First, he had underestimated Nunataq. She was not afraid of him the least. He had taken her by surprise - true - and he was the Big Bad Wolf by definition, but he had not intimidated her either. Just caused inconvenience of her small frame being trapped under his burly one. And, once she was free, she sprang to her feet and bounced around like a colt in a pasture, stretching her legs, getting some circulation back in the body parts that he had squashed earlier and enjoying the lightness of her body now that the heavy weight had been taken off it.

Second, no one really tiptoed around Nunataq just because she was different. She was corrected or punished just the same way as other kids in the Bearclaw, depending on the severity of the mischief. She was highly intelligent, she learned and she had no problems in obeying, if the rules were clear to her and they made sense as well. In this aspect Stigmata had failed to convey the meaning, she did not know, what she had been doing wrong, and the old man had not made it any clearer now. It was like punching your guest in the face for taking a cake that has been left on the table. It is not very likely that a person would understand that cake was forbidden. Rather that his host is a jerk with anger management issues.

Third, she stopped within a safe distance from Stigmata (just in case he decided to hurl his mass at her again; she did not wish to be squashed again) and looked him in the eyes. His stern gaze was met with her mischievous one. She thought him amusing.