Sun Mote Copse And I'm still tired of sleeping with the light on

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Moving from solid ground to the frozen stream was a challenge that Clover hadn't fully anticipated. It was hard to find her footing, and often she found herself losing her hold on the terrain underfoot. Clover was distracted from her slipping and sliding by Niamh's bark, and she glanced up to see the command she had been given. 

Despite her disorder, Clover attempted to compose herself; she was often unsuccessful in inconvenient circumstances. Being on the slick, frozen river was no exception. Springing forward, Clover aimed for the goat's ankles. She had miscalculated, and landed just behind the retracted creature, skidding in the opposite direction as she realized that she had missed. 

As Clover scrambled to regain her footing, she barked at Niamh, hoping that she could accomplish what she had failed to do.