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The woman insisted she was fine, leaving Slavik to ponder the cause of her panic on his own. Whatever it was, it was over now, and things seemed to be fine. His fears were quelled and he relaxed, his ruffling sunbeam pelt lying flat again. She then changed the subject, to what he wasn’t quite sure. Something large stomping around? He couldn’t imagine what that might be. Hu-uh, what direction was it coming from? he asked, somewhat intrigued by this phenomenon.