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It's all good 
Aurèle liked her fellow hunter well enough. She was a woman remarkably hard to please in nearly all aspects of life. Yet Nayati had made his impression on her, being both patient and quiet, and showing her the respect she not only expected but demanded. This meant she did not need to keep her façade up all the time around him. She could be genuine (which she often was) when they spoke. He seemed pleased by the idea of having the hide, and this in turn pleased her.
“Certainly,” she said, and took a step back to allow him room. Though she did not know how to skin, watching him would be useful. Aurèle had no desire to skin or behave as this tribe did, but the more knowledge she could pass onto her son the better. Anatole would the best of both worlds and, in this way, she would be as powerful and great as her son.