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She almost laughs aloud as the little pup falls into the river. Almost. She’s kind of terrible for thinking it, probably. All the other bleeding hearts around here would feel bad for the thing, would probably swoop down to make sure it’s okay. Maybe even help it out of the water. Weaver just moves in lazy circles above, keeping an eye on father and pup until the pup gets out of the water A-Okay. At least she doesn’t abandon it, though she doesn’t mainly because losing a second pup when they are already supposed to be finding a lost pup seems counterproductive.

She keeps flying, eyes alert, though she sees nothing and is quickly bored of this. Nothing bad even happens, which is more boring. She’s expecting something to blow up or someone to be attacked or something. Nothing in life comes easy. And this, though boring, is easy. It seems too good to be true.

Then the shrill squeak of an otter pup catches her attention. She turns course, moving as quickly as she can in flight until she finds the pup in the water clutching what suspiciously looks like an egg. Too easy. Yes, the pup is in real danger, but getting him out can’t be that hard. There’s got to be a river monster waiting.

She looks around for something she can use, eyes settling on a long branch that looked like it might serve to catch the pup. It’s not so big that she can’t grab it with her mouth, but the end splitters into many smaller branches and twigs that might serve as a sort of netting. She lands, grabbing the branch, and then takes off into the sky again, moving downriver right past the pup and Aelfwine, who’s reaching with her horns.

Weaver sticks the net-like end of the branch into the water in front of the pup, hoping it will catch him if he misses Aelfwine’s horns. And then hopefully he could climb either onto the branch itself, or she could push him back up river until someone could get him out. And this all better happen quickly, because she can’t really fly dead in place. She does her best, moving up and back just slightly, trying to keep in line with whichever way the pup goes.

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Summary: Weaver grabs a branch that has a bunch of smaller branches/twigs on one end and sticks it in the river right past Aelfwine to use as a net to help catch the pup.

Seeking Boggart
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- weaver -

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