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She dug her heels into the earth, grinding to a halt a few yards from the imposing wolf. Frolic laughed at his question, her nose wrinkling at the absurdity of such a notion. He was probably just kidding around and she could roll with it, though she was too curious about him to focus on creative fibs.

I’m not a leader and I’m not a warrior, neither! she corrected. I might be a scout one day but I’m just a little kid, I don’t got a job.

But he did, one that she hadn’t heard about before. Frolic knew quite a bit about trades as a whole now, though not the one actually called “trader.” It was kind of self-explanatory, at least.

Yuck! I hate fish! she bellowed. I don’t have anything to trade, anyway. What would you want? Frolic wondered, immensely curious.