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Tony had set off wilderness, unable to get Neela off of his mind. Subconsciously walking his way up to Ichika, aiming to look for the woman. Though, as his mind wasn't clear, he had no idea what he would say of how he would explain his urge to see her. He'd left Milite at home, the ground was still cold and the stallion was a fussy creature and probably would of rued being ridden in the stark chill of winter. And besides, Tony prefered to walk when his mind whirred away as much as it had been doing. His sword was on his back still, simply because it was the one piece of clothing he rarely took off. His dark, curled mane waved about in the wind as he looked around aimlessly.
A sorrowful howl took his out of his daydreams. Frowning for a second, he paused in his steps, trying to ignore it first, then to located it. Before he recognised the tune. 'Neela...' he said. But there was little time to contemplate before he started running towards the sound. 'Neela!' He soon came across the clearing, and his heart was in his mouth. Fearing injury he rush over and grabbed her. Pulling her into his arms, he glanced over her quickly to make sure she wanted hurt. Tony found no wounds, and so glanced around the camp confused as hell.
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