Seaside Moors when i was a little stereo

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Whether or not she imagined the furl of hot breath on her hind leg, nothing more came from it. She and Tegan sped over hill and dale, the falling rain driving them for miles before they finally felt secure in their escape. They slowed and stopped, seeking refuge beneath a dripping tree as they drew in breaths of rain-washed night air.

Although their rest had been disrupted so violently, neither one wanted to bed down again. There was a certain safety in movement; sitting still would only make them feel like sitting ducks. Fortunately, the rain slackened as day broke and the many features of the sprawling moors captured their attention.

The brilliant September sun quickly chased away the cool and the wet, the evening's nightmare included. After exploring the salt-scented landscape a bit, the twosome resumed the final southward leg of their journey toward the plateau rising in their distant view.