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The mare was not left back at the stables, choosing not to keep her safe in the Thistle Kingdom's borders. She did not want to risk losing her mare to some opportunistic bastard in the wilds, but did not like the prospect of having to walk all the way back home with stuff on her back without a horse's easy gait back. Something in her gut told her to keep the mare at home, but she had not explored this part of the world, even as she had trekked through it on the way to this cold, almost lifeless place. There was a hefty bag slung over her shoulders as she carried nothing but cloth and a meal on her back, hoping to find something in the military fort for the rest of the Kingdom to use. Ducky easily trotted her way there, to the fort she had noticed.
Before she came to it though, she smelled an unfamiliar scent on the wind. Ducky froze, sniffling at the air with a nervous uncertainty. Isabella dismounted carefully, tying the mare to the edge of the field as she eyed the body laying on the ground. The scent was tainted by something else, earthy and strange. Ducky fidgeted, pawing at the ground as she shook her head at the scent. With a pat, the woman moved away from her horse, carefully approaching the man with her hands carefully put to her side, where the daggers her once lover had hung. "Hello?" she said tentatively, one bi-colored eye watching the stranger on the ground.
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