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Lillith pulled along-side Macabre as they entered the peak, the scents were low in this territory, stale as though activity had been low. Lillith wouldn’t be here if the slender chestnut mare hadn’t brought it forward as a possibility, if she hadn’t been so sure that this was the place to be. “It’s quiet.” With this observation Lillith’s eyes flicked over to Macabre, no accusations in her glance, just an observation. Lluvia moved past the two mares a few feet, her small tail lifted slightly in the warm breeze and her ears flicked trying to catch some sound other than the breathing of the two mares. With nostrils flared she was displaying motions she had seen both her mother and… honorary aunt display in their travels.
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