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Faithful ambled through the woods, stopping before walking into an open field to gaze at a herd. She began to carefully trot towards the buckskin. She whinnied a greeting softly.
Storm heard Faithful, turned and whined a welcome softly.
Spirit was still sad about what happened. "If only Waya hadn't distracted me. I would have smelled the horseman and lead the herd to safety before they got there." he said sadly. "We must go after them."
Faithful looked back and forth at them curiously. "What happened?"