Wheeling Gull Isle and if you don't want me at my goodnight

Nugilik's question had gone ignored, though not intentionally. Later, when she remembered that the question had been asked, Ying would answer. Oh, I know water fish will come — a forlorn downward glance — but I want these ones. It didn't seem like she would be getting her wish.

She said a quiet curse as her frustration continued to grow. Inwardly, she knew that this was an overreaction. What you call it? Ying asked, hoping to ease her mind with a less aggravating topic. 

A pit. Her voice was as a whisper once more as she locked the word into memory. Okay. We dig pits then. The huntress began to move further down the beach to find a spot for their next trap.