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Dawali moved quietly, his soft paws barely making any sound on the trail. He was completely accustomed to the form by now, and though much had changed he had not changed his personality. There was some bitterness, and he realized more and more how accustomed he was to leading and giving orders - it was hard to remember how to obey. Still, when times were tough, Dawali found himself walking and thinking, and this time his paws carried him out to the stables.

The new ones were a true sight; he was immensely proud. Names were carved into the beautiful buildings, the fences and the stretched canvases that covered stocks of firewood. It was a symbol of the power of AniWaya, Dawali thought, and their strong bond to Phoenix Valley. He thought with some sadness of Jefferson. Had they contacted Maska, had Maska sent their former allies away? They were almost as an extension of their own, he had thought as they built new lands together. Now, it was all different, and Dawali knew nothing anymore. He padded over to the fences in front of the building where the cattle resided, thinking to have a look at the animals. They had been steadily growing as members brought in new animals, and Liliana skillfully cared for them so they reproduced and were nurtured into adulthood.

There was little activity, as usual. The cows were still, grazing quietly. Dawali moved on, to the separate fences which held their last bull, Cow. He had been their first animal, but now there were many more. Still, the bulls stood separated from each other, to avoid trouble. So many things were changing, so many new faces coming and old faces going, but Cow remained the same. Dawali closed in on the fences and called out to the bull from the outside of the fences, not able to enter the area without hands. "Is the grass greener on the other side, eh?" he said. He wasn't really speaking to Cow.


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