[Snow does the same as they approach the brush, ready if and when someone or some swans might show up. When he starts to talk, she raises a finger to her lips and mimes with the bow. To release. Which she herself does, hitting one of them. The closest one doesn't notice right away, busy with the food, but when it does, it starts to fly off. The rest are a bit more scattered around the clearing and haven't seen them yet.]
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