~"Will do," Macawi nickered, tail lashing in a circle. "I won't let you down." With that, she kicked up her hooves in a weak trot down into the sloping forest, trying desperately to keep her legs firm.~
Flood glanced sideways at Otaktay. "She's a good one" he murmured.
(*Otaktay randomly teleports to the ridge*.

Oh, wait.

~Otaktay watched her descent through narrowed eyes. "She's weaker than the yearling. But she has spunk and isn't nearly as impudent." His teeth ground together, knowing perfectly well that this was betraying his nettle. "That other filly has got to learn some awed respect."~
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