Hushed Willows maybe it's all your fault

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Aoibh scrunched up her nose, deterred and uneager to answer Fionn's call. Though she was tired and preferred to be isolated, how could she pass up a "friendly" spar? Grumbling still of course. The faerie padded along through the willows as she caught up to him and another she-wolf. Bridget? ❝ Bridget?  Unbelivable,❞  the hunt general sighed. ❝ I  suppose  this is  a  great  reunion  then,  huh.  No  matter. I  hope  your  both  ready  to  get  beaten.❞