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Orca seemed game, but timidly so. She shuffled forward a little, but it became obvious very quickly that the pup had no intention of taking the lead on this venture. Fin smiled at her before shifting her limbs to push her up off the ground into a low, crouched position. She stalked forward then, passing Orca with her eyes narrowed on the alien creature ahead.

Had Finley realizing that the visiting pelican did not give any craps about the pack of wolves that lived there, she wouldn't have bothered trying to be stealthy. As it was, the bird spied them from its perch, but was not at all bothered. It was unfamiliar with predators such as these, and so viewed them in the same way it might view a deer or a seal. Which is to say, once again, that it gave no craps.

Not knowing this, Fin crept forward only about six yards before she dropped to the ground again as the pelican gave another brief flap of its wings. She thought she was pushing it. Really, the creature was just getting restless. She leaned over to Orca who was presumably crouched beside her and whispered, "Look at that weird.. sac thing under its beak. What do you think that's about?"