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Ox saw the bird take flight, turning to face Lynx he whispered harshly, "They know we're here, Lynx. What is our next move?"
She faced the woods and sniffed the air, "They leave us with little choice, we gather"
She faced the woods and sniffed the air, "They leave us with little choice, we gather"
