Tuktu Hinterlands umzingeli

anathi watched in awe as the sylph retrieved another fish. despite the tempation, he did not touch the first. instead, he picked it up and placed beside the other, then repeating, jy eet. it was her catch, after all.

he took a few steps back to give her some space. there was a question asked, some of which anathi could understand. round here? she'd asked. he shook his head. eh, weste. nie hier nie. after a moment of concentration, anathi asked, rond hier? 

from the accent, he doubted that her answer would be a yes. they were both foreigners in this land. wat is i'm?