Dragoncrest Cliffs these long cold days of grey

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She hears the beginning of what Bobby has to say, mumbling under his breath, but it becomes inaudible with the coyote in his mouth as he continues further away. She stares at his form for a moment longer, eventually rolling her eyes when he isn’t looking, and she turns, returning to the borders. She’s long since calmed down, her breath back to normal, and she’s already shed the useless child—that would have come out a lot worse with the coyote if she hadn’t been around—and her focus returns to the borders, listening for anything out of the ordinary.

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