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Small ears folded softly as she cast a glance behind her, before turning to look at the butterfly once more, only to realize it had flown off. They were alone, and the crushing feeling wracked her bones. She could see the peaks of Jakten; she wasn't far, but they were alone, and Discordia despised it. Her head hung low as she turned to trudge back towards the path she assumed she used. It is a big mountain; surely she could make her way back without troubling Mama too much? Grumbling softly, she dragged her paws in the grass, somewhat eager and somewhat reluctant to head home. Part of her just wanted to know someone other than Mama cared about her, too.
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