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"Oh, good idea!" Orca chirped. She already couldn't wait to tell everyone about their adventure, and knew that Lagan would be just as excited as Finley anticipated. "Let's go now!" she said, dancing in place. As her paws beat a soft tattoo on the ground, she cast one more glance at the bird -- now with its back to them -- and then began to trot away from Finley.

"Come on!" she encouraged, and began to sprint down the slope towards the rendezvous site.