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The sound of splashing draws the youth to the stream but it is the sight of the greyscale stranger, low and barely visible against the snowy backdrop, that makes him stay. He takes a wide loop round the gathering of geese until he is near the other, a low chuff breaking the silence between them.

His attention briefly turns to face the group of waterfowl before snapping back towards the older man, sea salt eyes eager to join in the assumed hunt.