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“Afraid not,” the female giggled when certain his disappointment was false. Last she wanted was to cause him unintentional insult. She as fond of the male, as she was of a few she had met in the wilds. And each soul was precious, their dispositions unique. And while not all had the fortune of befriending near all in their path, her respect of them was a manner to be taken to heart, as was their perceptive of her. Simply, she wanted to be liked by those she liked in turn. And what better means was there to nurture the budding relationship than with an exchange of skill that either might enjoy. However, she was admittedly at a lost to his alternative. “Shark hunting?” her autumnal crown slipped with a curious titled. “Is shark a kind of prey? Does it live on the mountain?” Or was it an ‘off-ground’ prey only unique to certain areas? She did not mind her ignorance, nor did she shun away from it, knowing full well that no answer would come to her in silence. Better she ask to hold the same picture as her companion than feign her interest and have no idea at all.