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Finley busily pondered potential answers to the question she'd posed to her niece. She really didn't have much luck. She'd never seen anything like it elsewhere in the animal kingdom. The closest she could come up with were the weird flaps of skin she'd seen on wild turkeys. Those were on their necks though, not connected to their beaks like baskets. And she defiitely had no idea what those things were for either, so the comparison was relatively useless anyway. Maybe it was just a weird bird thing.

Orca's question brought a thoughtful frown to her face - one that quickly morphed into a grin. She prodded the pup gently  in the temple with her nose. "We can take it," she said confidently, "Most birds don't have  anything to defend themselves with besides their beaks. Birds of prey have their talons also, but this guy has webbed feet like a duck, so all we'd have to worry about avoiding is that beak." Which did look a bit formidable... but if Fin didn't stand down before bears, she definitely wouldn't for some big, mutant duck. She was determined that no kid of Fox's and Peregrine's would either.