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Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2018 4:07 pm
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Slipper was a far, far way from home. Well, wherever home was, anyway. The last he had seen his father was the sea, and, so, he supposed, that was the last 'home,' and it had been many days hence that he had seen the sea. He had run far – far, in that many days. But, alas, not as fast as he ought – or, at least, he had, and now was slowing, just a tad. Unforgivable. And so it was that Slipper found a little stretch of marsh sufficiently solid, that he could practice wind sprints on that day. Just a day, and then the journey must begin again, for Slipper ran, that was what he did.
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Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2018 4:09 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2018 4:10 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2018 4:10 pm
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Foxy was doing some tracking of her own today - after all, it was always important to refresh her senses. She had been fiercer in the snow, and there were less scents and tracks that were unpredictable in the harsh weather and biting air. The swamp itself was far more soft and confusing, with scents wafting about and, the ebb and flow of water that flooded and washed away hoofsteps. Once she had seen some this time, she latched onto the imprints with vigour and persistence. At some point past the river bend, she noticed that following fleet footed Acha hooves, dug in alternating as they had sprung off the ground, were some more hesitant, lighter steps that quickened and came to rest near a bunch of bushes.
She had meandered quietly along until the sight of an Acha boy's head, popped up like a bunny. Ah, so she had caught up with his tracks - but she didn't mean to startle him, so she also dropped to her knees. Now was not the time, just in case she saw something interesting and - ah. There was something interesting, hidden behind the bushes. The Kimeti doe was adorable, peering out with such intensity, and so focused on the Acha (who was also adorable, from what she could see through the brush) that she had scarcely noticed a two-tailed Totoma behind her. Foxy knew exactly what this was: a stalking situation young love. Her first thought was usually "they would look so nice together," but she found her heart warmed by her earnestness, and thought she'd say: "Hello." Quietly.
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Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2018 4:13 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2018 4:13 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2018 4:13 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2018 4:14 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2018 4:15 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2018 4:16 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2018 4:17 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2018 4:17 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2018 4:17 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2018 4:18 pm
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