Blackfoot Forest come be the new string on my broken guitar

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The open Downs spilled into the adjacent forest and lulled Galena from open terrain. She treaded quietly -- alone with her thoughts -- while bright copper eyes reflected the last bit of fading light. Her jaw clenched, sensing an uneasy stillness to the wood. It was very quiet... until a ruckus fast approached. A wolf moved erratically through the trees... a terrible screeching. Galena's ears prick, and she advances (slow at first, and then swiftly), belly low like a prowling lioness. She smells the blood before she can see it -- most everything cast into night -- and looms ominously, pupils wide like dinner plates, to spy upon whatever discord has passed.

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