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lele was not very talkative.
teya pocketed this information and stayed silent. she allowed the fish to pass, inching along the bank after its trailing tail.
they could not see so well from this angle.
the little raven struck, her muzzle breaking through the light ice of the water's surface. she caught one side of the fin.
it was a fine trout, and in danger of being lost if she could not get lele's help in the moment.