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Orca followed Finley, moving quietly and holding her breath with each step she took. She kept her body close to the ground. Her eyes were fixed on the bird the majority of the time, though she did shift her gaze briefly to watch her godmother for cues. When Aunt Fin stopped again, Orca halted alongside her, so close that their black and grey fur mingled.

She drew attention to the animal's strangely-shaped beak and the flabby skin beneath it. It looked like it could expand if necessary, and Orca suddenly had visions of the bird gobbling her up whole. "What if it eats us with that?" she asked, her confidence wavering slightly.