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Dutch proved himself willing to not only attend the folk tales of many, but to support them even when they began to contrast. She was relieved that he did not find her story ridiculous, or frown upon her people for avoiding the chance to hunt seals. She wondered what Chakliux might think- and her heartbeat quickened to hear his name mentioned again- but she knew that it would likely not become an issue. The story was a story, and only that; while her ancestors might have avoided eating sealmeat, she would not partake in that tradition, especially now that it might mean going against new traditions she hoped to adopt. 

"Chakliux was right," She said, with a faint smile. "You are gentle." And a gentleman, she thought. Courteous and welcoming, he was a statue of a man, and she was beginning to find herself less and less willing to accept him as the one who might be chosen for her First Rite; if it meant having to distance herself from the one chosen...She began to wish that perhaps the one chosen might be a complete stranger to her. 

Her breath faltered when she saw the grand expanse of water for the first time. And for a few moments, while she listened to Dutch's voice, she did not even glance down at the creatures below, as she was completely smitten with the sight of the terrifyingly huge ocean. The scent was marvellous; fresh and pungent, and she drank it in, insatiable. 

When she did look down, she emitted a soft gasp, and stepped nearer to Dutch. Though there was no way the seals could reach them, she thought them fearsome nonetheless when she saw one yawn, and reveal long, thick teeth. He had settled to the ground and shakily, she lowered herself behind him, resting her jaw on the ledge, inching closer still when she spotted the male. Without lifting her head, she tilted it so that she could look up at him, her eyes wide with shock. 

"You would swim with those?!" She asked, her voice an excited whisper. There was both admiration and horror in her gaze; surely, a wolf could not outmaneuver such a creature in the water. And what was to stop them from going after a wolf as a meal, if they could simply grab them by one ankle and drag them below? He said that they could sing, as well, and she looked up at him, measuring him now as some kind of hero. "You have done this? Gone swimming with them, and heard their songs?"