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"i am!" heda laughed, mireille's humour indeniable. "i really am. the island is so beautiful. it's so peaceful. i learned to be happy here. and to hunt other things, and to really, i dunno. appreciate things around me."
but whatever warmth she might have felt was whisked away by mireille's question. "no." 
too fast. too abrupt.
heda shut her eyes and exhaled sharply. "okay, yes. yes, i did. for a moment." and again her lips tautened, and she stared fiercely at the sea almost in desperation. "but i think my calling now is to be a hunter. to keep the mainland hunting grounds for sweetharbor."