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She was reassured by Aunt Fin's words and nodded to show her understanding. Her gaze lingered briefly on its feet, noting the webbing there that Finley had mentioned. Really, the bird looked fairly harmless, save for its sheer size. Its beak did not look sharp enough to cause any real damage, and it didn't have any talons. Feeling a little braver, Orca exchanged a quick glance with her godmother then began to creep even closer.

She moved slowly, watching the bird as it shifted again, its feathers ruffling. It was clearly aware of the wolves' presence, but didn't seem to be overly perturbed by them. "I wonder if we can touch 'im," Orca whispered, eyes wide.