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The little bird hopped away mid sentence, returning after a beat with a snail clutched tightly in her beat. She'd determined the bird to be a female, but since this was an educated guess at best, she kept quiet on the matter. When the insect bounced away, reflexively did she dart forward and grasp the thing before it slipped through her jaws and into the snow. Shoving her face into the powder, she snuffled around a moment before finding the bird's treat, gripping it carefully and placing it back up on the rock. "I lost it a little back there - I think I'll have to take it back later," She admitted.