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The weather was getting colder and wind harsh, it whipped the trees over head and caused the branches to groan against the strain. A dark colored mare stood amongst these trees staring up at the branches over her head. Frowning as the patchy cloud covered skies seemed to darken, but not with the coming of night. "Storms rolling in," the mare muttered to what looked like a ball of feathers that rested at her shoulders. The crow gave a half hearted croak before fluffing out even more against the cold. It seemed that this was not exactly the time to gather winter baring herbs. "Shelter it shall be I suppose and hope that this blows past."
The mare stepped carefully around the trees, her horn giving off a soft glow, nothing as bright as many others of her kind. It was by this time that the snow had started to blow with the wind that whistled in her ears. Braided hair was pulled behind and tussled around before finding a small shelter amongst some tightly clumped spruce. This would have to do until the storm passed over...
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