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Date: Thursday, 20 January 2011 19:29 (UTC)
Cloud stared at the woman she could make out, frozen. Why on earth did the other inhabitants of the manor have to roam the woods at exactly the same time she did? Couldn't they stay inside? Or at least in a part of the woods she wasn't in?

She stayed where she was, hoping the woman would be afraid of wolves and go away, but she stayed ready to bolt the moment the woman tried to approach. Blood dripped from the dead rabbit between her teeth.
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