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Fishing was easy, but, of course, she wouldn't tell the dejected man that. Instead, Preeti watched from a short distance away, ebony pelt blending into the shadows. Her ears cupped forward in interest as he spoke in a tongue she did not understand. Not the common, nor anything similar to her family's language.

He was intriguing, despite his failures. It was her natural curiosity, her ever-willingness to make friends, that drew her nearer.

Arrey, she called out, grinning in sympathetic fashion. She entered the water, plopped down alongside the ruddy man and cast her gaze in his direction, brows raised. Bad luck today? I can empathize.

She totally couldn't, since she was a pretty damn good hunter—but, again, he didn't need to know that.