Ravensblood Forest the one minute. the soldier's minute

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The fleet-footed rogue darted through the forest with ease, winding sinuously through the underbrush — and when she arrived at a clearing that marked the edge of Teaghlaigh’s borders, she whirled and dropped into a defensive crouch. Her coal-tipped tail flagged the air mischievously, but she didn’t stay in that position for long; half a breath later, the energy that pounded in her blood had her rearing up like a wild filly, settling back on her powerful haunches with forelegs outstretched as though she could catch the Ceannasach in her arms — and perhaps she would, if Arturo found himself unable to stop. Lotte braced herself instinctively, tensing for just an instant just before she forcibly relaxed her muscles — her forays in battle had taught her that there was merit to being boneless, especially given the amount of fluff-and-stuff the Enok Tundra Ansbjørns were blessed with.