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The little wren nodded it's body with it's head with enthusiasm as it darted off through the canopy, disappearing from sight. She rarely went this high, unless traveling far. But she had no such luck, with not having eagle eyes after some time flying about.

She came to land down on a branch, not noticing how oddly white the branch was of the tree. And lack of leaves. "Dog! Dog, I cannot find stag! Itsy is very sorry!" the bird called out, hoping the dog could hear her. She did feel sorry she could not find the stag...not knowing she had in fact, or rather her talons had found it.