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Dove looked back and smiled. "Come along, then, Bee. Why, you're getting so big, I'm sure you'll be an apprentice soon." She then continued towards the brook, her black-streaked white tail lifted ever so slightly. The breeze brushed her fur gently and made the green leaves wave their hands. The dappled sunlight in the woods made little patches on the dark forest floor. Soon the soft babble of the brook could be heard, and the ground sloped into a soft sandbank.
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Sandpiper rose abruptly and followed, crouching as she leapt deftly from rock to rock, staying off the paths with the skill of any sparrow or squirrel.