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The Vale Ptarmigan had found her way into was profoundly similar to the Spine, but it was more of an extension of the mountain range itself than a walled-in valley, with rolling hills and verdant herb beds. She paid these no mind as she padded through them—she'd never seen a use for plants, not even as agents of death.

She held her nose aloft as she walked, drawing in the heady, earthy scent of the autumn vale. The musk of wolves had long since faded from it, so that Ptarmigan would never have guessed that a wolf pack had once made this place their home. The female's tail draped in a relaxed fashion behind her as she strode through the veritable paradise, enjoying the newness of the place and the burn of her moving limbs moreso than the sights.

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