QuackSpeak
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- Jan 1, 2017
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Mute stood up and warily walked over to a nearby tree, an ancient, thickly built oak. That was her favorite tree out of all them within the seemingly endless forest. She ran her hand down the trunk of the oak as she sat down by it's roots. She glared at Jace.
He smirked. "Enjoying the view?"
That done, he scanned the forest for the deer. The scent of it was now old and stale, and the animal was nowhere in sight.
He glared at the woman. "You made me lose my kill."