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A wriggling in the corner of his eye was annoying at first, and then he realized it was someone trying to get his attention. He turned his head and found Treepie, and broke into a grin at seeing his daughter. He jerked his chin, instructing her to come to his side.

What's up, kiddo? Killdeer asked, still speaking under his breath. I'm lookin' to catch a rabbit; wanna help?

He had their previous conversation at the forefront of his mind, and was happy to continue the talk if she wanted. But he could also use a snack—so he was good either way.