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She didn't miss this inhale and she knew what was coming next. He didn't need to say it. He would not be joining her or her new found family. She felt a strange feeling bubbling up, and she actually wanted to cry, but she kept it in check and instead listened closely.

Amalia gave him a soft smile. Okay see that you do, and if nothing else you always have a friend in Natigvik. The word felt hollow, and the new emotions she was experiencing were maddening and she wanted them to stop. She couldn't just foist her emotions on people it wasn't kind.

Amalia wasn't sure if she were good, or if she was simply naive. She was fast finding out taht what she saw as good things, were usually a little naive and she hadn't seen much bad in the world. She was afraid if she did. Well that didn't bear thinking on.

Amalia went into a hunting stance. Long athletic body at the ready. She breathed in happily a small chirrup in her voice. So it's a bit like a game.

She waited and watched. She grew still and silent as she watched carefully as one then two poked their noses out, then their heads, then back in. This was done about 3 times, and they made noises to each other.

At one point a hawk had circled and there had been a loud sound from them. So she realized she couldn't let one make that noise. She lowered even further, body poised to jump. She waited.