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Aunt Fin's gentle encouragement was all Orca needed. She cast one last glance back at her godmother, then continued moving forward to close the gap between herself and the bird. She inched closer and closer with Finley at her heels, watching the pelican for any sudden movements. When she was near enough to stretch out a foreleg and touch it with her toes, she sucked in a breath excitedly.

But before she could brush her paw against its feathers, it gave another flap of its wings and rose into the air. It only drifted a short distance away, apparently perturbed by the wolves but not enough to leave the vicinity. Orca's ears drooped with disappointment, but she then clenched her jaw with resolve and began prowling toward the bird once more.