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And certainly, she wanted to be well and gone — nothing but a passing ghost in his peripheral — yet Paladin’s hunt abruptly ended while still within the vestiges of his long sight, if he had it. She had gone quite a distance, but not far enough to become some uncertain blur on the horizon; Though it may also not be clear exactly what she was doing.

The pallid warrioress stood back to appraise her find: a mostly buried stag, preserved in thick mud, with only a single antler that clawed towards the sky like some small, barren tree. It had suffered from some uncertain malady or another, and died slow, trapped, having just passed some hours prior. The corpse would have rotted unseen and unused if not for a fickle wind and a smidgen of fate.  

She took the carcass by the horn and tried to drag it, unsuccessfully at first, out of the sludgemire pit. Her spine arched and jerked with the effort, but made little progress by way of uprooting the cadaver for drier feeding ground.