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The Redleaf girl had been spending her time trying to figure out how best to approach the subject of leaving with her family. The more she thought about it, the more it seemed to be an impossible task. Surely, her mother would lose her head if she thought her daughter was leaving her. Piper didn't really think that the reason behind it was all that important when it came to the possibility of losing two of her children. Wyatt was a pain in the ass anyway, so really their mom would have been losing the two best children.

She was pacing, forcing herself to come up with the best way to say what she needed to say when she saw a flash of unfamiliar brown. For a moment, she ignored it and passed it off as having been nothing important. That was until she saw the creature jump onto a stump and stick it's little arms up toward a sap-producing tree. Then, her attention was stolen by the thing. Slowing her pacing, the girl turned toward the weasel and began to march toward it, determination burned on her features.