Liniwa glanced at his flute, slowly nodding to her words. The flute was indeed beautiful, he hand-crafted it himself with the assistance of one of the Elders. He learned a lot from the Elders, to which he learned how to make very beautiful things, even though that was technically a woman's thing to do. Liniwa, was a strange one who liked to make crafts. As he sat there, he heard her ask if he liked being free, to which he didn't really know. Being free like this, didn't really seem like much, they were separated by a mere fence, but beyond from Liniwa's side, there was a lot of land, but not enough. White Man had claimed a lot of land already, land that use to belong to the Natives. They were limited on space. So, he shrugged his shoulders, not sure whether to say yes or no to answer her question.<br/><br/>Though, the sound of someone shouting, startled him and he immediately pulled his hands back from the fence, got up and backed away. He caught sight of the Sports Coach and took off into the forest. The only thing left there was his flute and his bag. All of which he had forgotten and abandoned upon being frightened of the loud sound. Maybe he would retrieve it sometime soon. But right now, he was just high tailing it out of there. Now he was gone and out of sight, already heading back home.