Mudminnow River Bullets of silver and salt

Nunataq would have continued on ignoring the stranger, were it not for the peculiar thing it did next. Splashing water made the girl look up from, what she had been doing, and focus on the scene playing out before her. Was the woman daft? Who with the good mental faculties willingly stepped in the cold water? Whether these were the exact words that came to the mute girl's mind, will remain unknown, but scepticism and doubt was written all over her face.

She did not consider the lady being very sane, until she did something and came out of the water, carrying a freshly caught fish in her mouth. Nunataq's eyes grew wide with admiration and awe just like a kitten, who has caught sight of a cat-toy and wants it very, very badly. Unbeknownst to her a bit of sticky saliva trickled from both corners of her mouth, as she stared at the prized possession in the dark wolf's mouth.

However, this moment of not acting cool was whisked away, when the stranger offered to play-fight for it. Here Nunataq's innocently amazed expression changed to the one, who was smart enough to tell, when she was being played and invited for an unequal competition. She smirked. Yeah, right. And did not move an inch, though she still wanted to have that fish.