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a spark of pride for yura as the plains spread out below, hosting a milling herd of distant caribou.

sobeille's thin figure drew to a halt, the velveteen of her ears pricked towards their faraway quarry.

sivaak's voice cut the air colder than the snow they stood upon. sobeille's gaze flicked once to yura, a brief encouraging smile given, before she nodded and took up a hunched trot, keeping her body low to the snow as they moved across the tiaga.

she poised herself at a flanking junction, gaze intent on sivaak and waiting for her command.

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