Blacktail Deer Plateau Cats don't play nice

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Amalia had run, and run. Her limbs felt weak and heavy she had not drank nor ate. She had lost weight amd her sides were scabbed over and sore to touch. She had been lucky the wounds were not worse than they were.

Finally, her legs gave out and she tumbled to the ground. She couldn't take another step. Another movement nothing.

She panted and wheezed, bloodshot eyes. But she had to get to Brecheliant.