Lost Creek Hollow Mine, Mine, Mine

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He was by again to see to Sionnach, but this time, it wasn't her voice that was screeching. And the yells didn't seem pained... angry? Gannet dropped his mouthful of herbs and frowned, then trotted towards where the unholy racket was coming from.

Seemingly, the pup and a bird were fighting over something. He didn't notice right away which of Liffey's children it was, but that didn't matter. Gannet loosed a growl and leapt for the bird just as it dove for the child's treasure. If he had any luck, he'd snap it. If the bird was lucky, perhaps it might escape with only a few tail feathers missing.