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The bird was off like a shot - well, a flapping, meandering shot - and Poppy grinned after the bird once as it vanished into the branches. Sizing up the stag once more, she closed the distance between herself and it, issuing a sharp bark and a snap that had the tense beast take off. She began to drive it hard back towards home, hoping her little adventure with the thing wouldn't take too much of a toll on it.