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Try as she might, the doe could not outrun her fate forever. The wind is fleeting, and soon she falls into the jaws of her pursuers. Lómion keeps to the sidelines as as his hunting partner delivers a final blow, with the last of his adrenaline dying in slowed sidesteps and a fanning tail.

And as the last of the does energy leaves her, the drumming of his heart turns to a hum. Wild eyes return to its resting state, and finally he could truly analyze who had come to give aid.

And what he sees is familiarity.

You... Hestiancy is lain in his voice as his mind searches memory. ... you are very skilled. Thank you.