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Finally, Dragon had his home back. He raced along the boarders, and climbed all the mountains again. He could have a new herd, he could have children that were bratty, cursed, or idiots. Or he at least wouldn’t be seeing any of the mare’s children, or herself. Her son, Samson, had said that he would make sure none of them would come to the Ridge. It was a double win for Dragon, although the colt thought that it would hurt him.

Ha! It would only help him!

Pushing the last bit of the mare and her children out of his mind, he trotted to where his herd use to graze. He wondered where Kyuui was, or where Mew was. He missed them both dearly, but he wondered if they would be mad at him for getting in a fight with the mare. If anything happened, it wouldn’t be his fault, it would be the witch’s fault. Letting his call ring out to anybody in the Ridge, he made a mental note to ignore the mare and children.

Easy, right?

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