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There was something satisfying about learning an insult in another language. It caused Ameline to warm, and crack a grin that revealed more of her teeth, up to the stained gumlines. She flicked her tongue over her lips, wetting them as she switched into hunter mode, though amusement still showed itself in the buoyancy of her stride. 

Hmmm, She murmured, an acknowledgement of Rala's note on the deer herd. She paused to sniff a cluster of alders, where the tips had been chewed off the low-hanging branches. The wounds were still fresh; Rala was right. They might tathte more gamey thith time of year, but, She said, and inhaled. I kinda like that. Without access to green grass and leaves, the deer would be stripping cedar bark from trees, buds from plants, and nibbling on whatever dried grasses they could dig up through the snow- the change in their diet changed their taste. What'th okth tathte like? She asked, as they moved onward.