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@Goldfinch!

Nantahala had always been an early riser—but today was still an exception. It was still dark outside when she opened her eyes, but, despite this, she was buzzing with energy and excitement. After trying to make herself comfortable again, and failing miserably, she decided to give up and make her way outside the tree cover and towards the river that snaked through the territory.

There was a distinct bite in the air, and a gentle and constant breeze that rolled through the glen. She shivered in delight, favoring the sensation even though it made her slightly uncomfortable, bowed her head, and drank from the part of the stream that lay just outside of Moonglow’s camp.