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two came then, the woman of white that had attached herself to their group at the last moment, and the male that was but a younger Burke, or so she imagined. The offered help without waiting for a response, and she merely murmured a quick word of thanks before diping her muzzle and grasping the ram by it's roughed neck once more, reentering the familiar movement of pulling it back, though it was greatly eased by the assistance of the two others. Soon, they reached a place were she thought it ought to be safe, and as she released the ram she offered the two a trepidant smile.