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It was just a little hair-raising, having caught the man on his proverbial doorstep, peeoping through the keyhole. But he didn't act as though he'd been caught, and the isbjørn sensed no I'll will from him yet. He sensed — something. Some emotion. But that was as far as his intuition would take him.

"Yes — I'm first hunter, here."

He was adopting their syntax, but he still did not speak the words with the capital letters he always seemed to hear them in.

"You lookin' for a home, then?" he asked, hiding his reluctance well. He knew that, with Arrluk and Kivaluk gone, they were in need of a few young men. Peregrine and Kyrell aside, they were running a little short. I probably forgot someone else.