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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2016 11:28 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2016 11:54 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 20, 2016 7:34 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2016 3:24 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2016 5:49 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2016 8:58 pm
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She gave a small squee of excitement, her whole body seemed to wiggle with it before she rolled her shoulders and started out carefully picking her way towards the front of the herd.
The wind was silent, it barely ruffled the tops of the trees. She lowered into a stalking stance, her eyes narrowed in on the target, she crept forward, seemed to be like a 7th sense to step over twigs, and avoid loose gravel.
She moved silently, she got as close as she possibly could, within a yard or two from the one she felt would give them the best chance at a take down.
She sprung forward now, with a haunted roar like sound, sending the beast in a fearful panic backwards.
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