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What the girl did not notice, the yearling had. As he meandered along in search of a comfortable place to take a nap at, his mouth parted ways with a large, slightly exaggerated, yawn. He was almost certain that he’d found a decent enough location, and was ready to settle in, when he noticed movement in the corner of his eye. His head turned to follow and better assess whatever it may be, which resulted in his eyes widening—briefly—in response to what he saw: a child.

Aningan’s head tilted to the left as he stared at the creeping girl, then was righted as curiosity got the better of him. Suddenly no longer tired, he found himself following young Clementine, wondering what she could possibly be up to.