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Stripes lets Tally keep the paper and walks over to the bird.
"Don't have the right contract..." he muses aloud, before patting at the dirt that's being scratched at. "Think I get it though. Something buried here?"
He scoops some of the dirt in his claws as well, watching the bird to see if he's got it right.
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Green watches the birds. "That ain't right," he grunts, shuffling closer for a better look. In the process he briskly takes Vincent's hand and feels a slight bump and whispered apology. The mountain sank slowly to his knees. "That little beastie ain't huntin' for grubs and stuff... its trying to dig!"
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Al-Adin look at the birds with curiosity. Are they girls, like the hobgoblins were looking for? Should he check? How do you check that?1 success on animal ken
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The bird's granite feathers ruffle slightly, yet it appears to get excited as it watches Stripes and Malcolm.
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"Seems like you guys hit it on the head." She says as she glances around.
Seeing the others occupied, Tally folds the page and pockets it. While the others deal with digging up whatever it is, she stands watch, doing her best to notice any Hobs or Hedgebeast near them watching them.
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Stripes smiles at the bird and Tally's reaction. He nods to Malcom as the giant comes to the same realization that he had.
"Got any contracts to help with digging?" Stripes asks the mountain as he continues to move earth with his paws. "Otherwise we're doing this the slow way."
Even as he speaks, the tiger continues shifting as much dirt as he can from the spot the bird was scratching at. Whatever contribution Malcom or the others make, he'll at least do his part to add to it.
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"ooh! I can help!" Al-Adin crows as he leaps to help out, scrabbling away in the dirt.
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Once Stripes and Al-Adin have dug a hole about large enough to accommodate a rugby ball, the goyle takes to the air and flies a circuit around Tally's head before landing in front of her and pecking at the hole. Before being distracted by the goyle's excited state, Tally glimpses far off movements in the shadows, but cannot discern who or what they may be.
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"Ah. Uh. Hands?" Green was already starting to dig with his huge mitts pumping away like shovels.
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"You guys think it was me to put the page into the hole?" Tally asks after a minute of thought. She looks around the group, listening to what they had to say before looking at the healthier goyle.
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