☁ ṡτøɾṃρɾïḋε ⇨ α lïøṉ ⓇⓅ! ☁ ṉøw wïτh ṉεw sαvαṉṉα cɾïττεɾṡ

A lone impala doe bounded swiftly and noisily across the fields, frantically calling out to her herd with desperate bleets, which she'd lost by not paying attention when grazing.

The dogs of Fleetpack pursued it on silent, swift feet, heads held low to remain unsuspected.
 

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