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She had entered the fight to defend Crimson Dreams from the raiders at first, but had quickly realized that with her lack of battle training would cost her; the most fighting she had ever done in her life was one-on-one skirmishes with other starving loners over scraps of food. And having a horse didn’t make things much better, as Magic was just as unprepared for the chaos of battle as she was. At one point Savina had told her to ride back to the manor and warn everyone there what was going on. She also suggested going to the nearby packs to call for reinforcements. Pixie had gladly taken up the offer, wanting to be useful without causing any more harm to herself or the rest of her pack.
A few moments later, and she was on her way to Cour des Miracles, the girl named Giselle coming along for the ride. Pixie appreciated the ivory-furred girl for volunteering to accompany her on this journey, but was a little concerned with the fact that Giselle seemed beside herself with the thought of the AniWayans attacking their pack. It was to be expected, of course—Giselle seemed about as soft and sweet as the honey and those weird puffy things called “marshmallows” that the bear with the red shirt ate in a book Pixie had read—but all the same, neither of them were particularly suited to try recruiting a neighboring pack onto their side at the moment. She also wasn’t fond of the stoat that Giselle had brought along with her. In Pixie’s opinion, a stoat was a meal, not a pet.
On the way there, she tried to think of things she would do if she managed to make it through this night alive and Crimson Dreams didn’t lose anyone or anything to the raiders. She’d get over her aversion to swords and weaponry in general and learn how to fight; maybe the next time she was in battle, she wouldn’t be as heavily equipped as Jazper, but she figured at least one dagger would do. She couldn’t fight with a hoof-pick forever. And she would train Magic to be used in battle. That training wouldn’t come from anyone in Crimson Dreams that she knew of, but perhaps someone in Cercatori or any of the other packs could help. If everyone made it out okay, that is.
She only knew where the pack was because Mars had lived there, ages ago. Back when she first met the tricolored hybrid, he had been wandering from the hills to the north of Crimson Dreams territory. So that was where she directed her steed, keeping close to the coast as well, and luckily that simple strategy worked. They arrived at the southern border of what she presumed to be Cour des Miracles, and she slowed her horse to a stop.
“This should be it,” she answered the other girl, sounding more confident than she actually felt. Dismounting the horse, she joined Giselle in howling to the wide expanse of territory that lay before them, hoping that someone—someone willing to help—would hear their call and approach them.
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