I wanna dance ya darlin' til you forget wherefor
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Deuce rambled on her own, away from daddy tal and Bran and Branwen. Bran was sick today. Deuce didn't wanna get sick. So she'd slipped away from the tribe's confines and dissapeared into the woods. She was small and white; you would think someone would have noticed. But no one did, and she was free to roam. She giggled to herself, chasing a large moth, ranging further and further from the tribe, until they were far behind her. She was a serious pup, and a quick learner, but she hated being stuck in one place.


A moment later she was tumbling headlong down a slippery spole she hadn't noticed. A small yelp fell from her lips and she landed, undignified, into a puddle of water. There were bones all around, and she looked, her eyes wide.


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