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Fire Feather saved me by pretending to break her wing. I sit in the snow, slumping over, lagging one wing behind. Little Wing flies precariously to a branch. When the fox gets too close, I shoot up and dive down to where Little Wing perches. The fox eventually gives up. We fly to the now-safe ground, but Little Wing flies back to the branch. She stares up at the sky and an ocean forms in her eyes.
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