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You did not reply to the question. Sarah thought, as she listened to Mahler with one ear half-turned to him and eyes focussed on the path ahead. There were many lakes around, not all were home for water-fowl. So, he might have hunted a great deal of other unfeathered stuff in and around that lake, wherever his home actually was. 

"They are not particularly smart," she told. "Or strong. My best hunts have been by blending in first and appearing disinteressed. They soon forget you are there. Careful movement there, another there and you get your lunch," she did not share her hunting style willingly, but if they were going to do this together, then they needed to set some things straight first. "Do you do things differently?" she asked.