Blacktail Deer Plateau you're gonna wanna be my best friend, baby

the proposition sounds fair, and she agrees with a nod, stepping closer to the edge of the pond to peer into the depths there. fragile ice has covered some of the places they'd left bare, but there still remains a good amount of open water. 

"ok—should we, um, just talk, then? and you could tell me about fishing." a normal hunting lesson, then, just with more talking. an idea strikes her, then, and she offers, "I could tell you some cool words I know, too."