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Fin felt the vibrations in the ground of someone creeping up alongside her. Orca's scent filled her nostrils, and so she didn't even turn her head as the girl settled at her side. The pelican had turned its head to waggle its beak beneath a huge wing. It was a very bird-like move for a mostly bird-like creature.

"I'm not sure..." the alpha admitted to her goddaughter as her head tilted from the left to the right, "Seems like its some kind of bird, but not one I've ever seen before." She probably should have felt a little dumb admitting this to Orca. She was trying to be a mentor to the kids after all, and mentors usually gave the impression of knowing everything. Fin was too baffled to consider any of that, though. It was probably better that way too, otherwise she'd have Orca running around calling it a Rodney bird like Phox was still calling certain kinds of rocks "Rodney stones".

"Wanna see if we can get closer without scaring it off?" Fin asked, glancing at her partner in this adventure with a small grin.