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Alyx hastened into the trees, disappearing lithely between two narrow trunks. The gap was a little small for Bronco, but he'd be able to get around another way. By the time he made it into the tangle, his sister was hopping from paw to paw under an overhanging branch.

And on that branch, woven expertly between three wide branches, was a giant tangle of sticks and dead grass.

This wasn't any ordinary bird's nest. This nest belonged to the king of birds, the elusive bald eagle. Of course, Alyx didn't know what sort of bird built this thing, but she knew that by bird standards, it was a castle. Princesses had to have their castles. Can you help me get that down? she asked her brother, turning huge, pleading auburn eyes on him.