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A grin leapt to her muzzle as the bird made to hop from branch to branch, obviously eager to help find the girl's deer. Poppy followed along, occasionally directing the bird to where she thought the stag might be, tail upright and almost touching her spine as she trotted gamely behind the wren. Unbeknownst to her, the stag was a mere short distance away, hidden from her by the trees and rocks, and the fact that their paths would not convene if she continued on her present one.