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Sophie had wandered off quite some time ago, dragging Bug along after her as she explored. Boothe had woken briefly when she wandered in to tell him, but he hadn't wanted to come with her; so she was going through the forest alone, her belly resting on Bug's as he slid across the ground under her. It was rather difficult to drag him about, the doll being heavy and at this point almost twice as large as she was, but he was her favorite thing in the whole world, and she wouldn't part with him, even for the short while it would take to follow the odd smells left behind by dogs who passed through this area.
She'd come to a stop at the scent of many canines in one place, and followed what seemed to be a deliberate line of scent. Little did she know, she was actually walking along the border, half-in and half-out of the pack lands. After a long moment, she dropped Bug and stepped over him, pushing her nose deep into the soil and inhaling before she began coughing and snorting the dirt out of her nostrils. What an odd trail this was, she thought; it almost seemed to be left on purpose.
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The wheel breaks the butterfly
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