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Malta, having made her decision, chased the Uruu into the woods, hoping to find it before something bigger and badder or just meaner than her did. It was so fluffy and precious - she would hate to see it hurt.

It wasn't hard to follow - its hard little feet made depressions in the soft dirt, and it smelled of fluff, feathers, oil, and magescan. She tracked it easily, and finally, there it was.

She mewled sympathetically at how lost and confused it looked. "Poor baby..." she said, padding up softly and slowly to not startle it, "I know how that feels..." It turned to her and eyed her warily with its big dark eyes. It fluffed out, and she wanted to give it a snuggle. Nevermind how those soft feathers would feel on her muzzle - it was adorable and scared and in need of affection and she wanted to give it to them.

"I'm not going to hurt you..." she said, creeping closer, "I just want to" hug you, snuggle you, love you "Help you get home." it chirped and fluttered, as she approached, "You'r a pet, aren't you?" she asked, again not expecting an answer. A pudgy thing like it wouldn't survive long out in the woods or probably anywhere on its own... scales, she didn't know how she survived. So, it was a pet, probably to the caravan of magescans, which meant that it was very lost now.

"I can help!" she chirped, "You just have to..." the Uruu bolted. "... trust me... Noooo!" she wailed quietly, "Come back!" she scrambled back to an upright position and, after some awkwardness with her feet, managed not to trip as she chased after it. "Wait up!" she called, crashing inelegantly through the brush, which healed behind her and grew in an apologetic nimbus of Ysali magic. She didn't want to hurt the Uruu and she didn't want to hurt the plants. "Please!"