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She had been surprised that the old staircases had been intact; often in the past she'd had to scale the buildings from the outside to be able to reach the tops of them. This building was different, though, it would seem. The foundation was concrete, but it must have been reinforced with something to help it stand up better and keep it from crumbling as easily as some of the other dilapidated heaps that surrounded it. She appreciated this fact immensely; Ember had been searching out a building like this for a few nights. Sunset had come and gone, but that wasn't what she was most interested in seeing from atop the skyscrapers of Halifax. It was the night sky that captivated her.
The female observed the area surrounding the building, on the lookout for other canines. Bayard would be fine sleeping in the yard beneath the willow tree that stood there - he would be virtually unseen, and could always whinny for help should he require it. The stallion had good fighting instincts, for a horse, and had helped her in many-a-battle out on the road. She walked her horse over to the tree, taking the blanket from his back and helping him get settled in for the night before exiting the safety of the branches once more. She was skilled with the sword, but occasionally small thoughts crept into her mind at night - bits of fear over the darkness that surrounded her and what it hid. She made for the front door of the building, digging her claws in and beginning to try and pry it open.
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