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He might not have exactly expected her to pop out of the log—but he had suspected she was close by. Still, when she did pounce at him, the peripheral of his gaze was the only warning he received, and he laughed as he widened his stance, his weight taking the tackle, though being jostled heavily. “Well done,” he chuckled, gaze shifting over her in appraisal—he hadn’t seen her the past few days and wanted to ensure she was okay.

“Hunting, fishing or scouting today? You're getting older. You thinking about doing an apprenticeship of some kind?”