Dreams Are Tied to a Horse That Will Never Tire
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The woman had been to AniWaya enough times to know its distinctive smell, it was not ingrained within the part of her mind that recorded such things and so when the scent of a pack member drifted on the breeze it naturally sparked her attention and prompted her to navigate away from her usual patterns of activity to investigate such a curious peculiarity that was so out of the norm. Maybe their allied pack needed help or there was something wrong. The possibilities whirled around her mind as she began to make her way towards the borders of the pack, the howl marked at least one of whomever was here as female and also pinpointed their location.

She was surprised to come across just a lone female and her horse, the white female was covered in an array of bizarre red markings that seemed to signify something, perhaps a rank tattoo? She didn't know and might never know but she wouldn't find anything out hiding in these trees. She took a few cautious steps forwards, taking note of how jumpy the horse underneath the AniWayian seemed she moved slowly and was careful not to make any sudden moves so as not to scare him even more than he already was.

"Hello, can I help you?"


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