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OldEnglishGameBantam33
Free Ranging
Fern saw the girl tearing for the woods. More questions overflowed in her head. Without noticing she found herself padding towards the girl. Her sleek red pelt buffeted in the wind with the small breeze. A salty scent was coming off the girl and Immediately she knew she was crying. Fern wearily crept forth, she sniffed a second time.