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Fin took a brief moment to switch her watchful gaze from the pelican to Orca, wanting to see how her god daughter was handling this encounter. She felt the shift of the girl's movement and couldn't help but grin. Orca seemed to be the quietest of the three remaining firebirds, but she was pleased to find that this didn't necessarily mean she lacked the boldness of her siblings. For a second, Finley imagined she was seeing Lucy creeping forward instead of the black and white firebird. It was almost a perfect match - the dark fur, petite build. Only Fin had never actually seen her little Spot when she was this age. Maybe Lucy didn't look anything like her at all.

The alpha shook her head, pushing the memories gently away. There would always be a special place in her heart for her wayward daughter, and the thoughts of her would never stop drifting in and out of her mind. But now was time to send it back away and focus on the children she still had within her reach. "He doesn't seem to mind us being here at all," Fin commented, stalking along in her wake, "It probably wouldn't hurt to try." At least, she hoped.