'Hundreds' was an impressive enough answer that she didn't even register the hedging. After all, she didn't remember how many people had been in her clan - the answer to that would always have just been 'all of them'. She kept up fairly well, occasionally surging sideways or forward to investigate something but always returning to heel. The canal was particularly fascinating, given the scarcity of running water in her homeland; the only fish she'd seen had been in the northern ocean during the summer hunts.

Food got her attention again, predictably. He was good at this.

"Really? Is that okay?"