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he agrees, and she beams, entirely glad for the guidance and the companionship. maybe they could be friends; where had he said he'd come from again? but no, she was getting far too ahead of herself, and it'd hardly do. "that'd be great! i haven't found much of anything in ages, i'm starving—even the fish seem to have run off." she grinned, and then chastised herself. he wouldn't think he stupid, would he? she dearly hoped not. 

luckily, he offers a distraction in the form of further questions, which she answers easily. "when I was little, i belonged to a pack called undersea. it was great! but I got lost then, too, and after i joined kaistleoki i thought i might try and find them again. it didn't go so well. maybe i should just stick in one place." her smile turns bashful again, really hoping he doesn't find her silly. hoping they move on quickly in their conversation, should he, she asks, "have you always been a scout? how do you know your way around so well?"