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Post by Allanon on Apr 29, 2006 0:26:08 GMT -5
Beth was one of the first to emerge from the hollow, hatred of being packed so closely with the others outweighing her terror of the canines. Shaking her tiarra in annoyance, she picked up a ground covering trot, every once and a while striking out with a hind hoof if anyone came too near. Femme could see the rage simmering in her lord's lamps but since she was out of earshot during the exchange between the leaders she was oblivious to what exactly had set his blood to boiling. She suspected it was because of the loss of the flicka so asked no questions. She simply came to a stop a length behind Zanzibar. Beth was prepared to offer the wisdom and strength of many seasons if he asked or reassure him with her presense if he kept tight lipped.
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