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It was farther afield than he usually went, but that pale body with its ginger dorsal stripe stuck out among the dull grays and browns of the mountain. He saw her on the edge of the Ridge and moved forward, curious.

Eventually, the two—no, three!—started to come together, inch by inch, step by step.

Hey, Hex called out, cocking his head. She seemed a bit disheveled, and she had a young kid with her. Everything okay? Can I help?

He stood still, lanky form like a dark shadow against the path ahead. He wasn't the best to look at, but he hoped his soft expression was inviting, at least.