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Something was brewing, other than the storm. She felt it in the way the wind made a chill run down her spine, the electricity in the air... Something was amiss, or was going to be amiss, but she hadn't the faintest idea what. Often she could feel things coming, or at least pretended to in a way, as her predictions weren't always right... Still, either she was stressed to a point where she was imagining something bad was going to happen, or it was really going to happen. Either of those things weren't great.

She'd traveled further than intended, looking for a sign of a herd or perhaps a long lost acquaintance - any sign of the Fates that it was going to be alright. She hadn't found it yet... which worried her. Usually her feet didn't itch with adventure when there was nothing to be gained.

Her ears swiveled at the sound of footfalls in the distance. Now, who was crazy enough to travel at a time like this, other than herself? Someone else in distress about something?