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Firefoot awoke to the sound of music and found herself buried under her two dogs. "Time to get up," she told them. "Come on; move." The pair hopped down from the chair, stretching. Firefoot did likewise. I wonder how long I've been sleeping... Not too late, it would seem; others were still asleep.
Clicking her tongue for the shelties to follow her, she made her way to the entrance of the barrow. She whistled for Firefoot (the horse) to come. A few moments later she was greeted by the horse, who stood awaiting her signal. Firefoot leaned over toward her horse and whispered, "Watch out for these two. They need to get some excercise, and I would not have them wander into a barrow by mistake." Not that she thought they would; animals were smart like that. The horse nickered in what seemed to be agreement, and Firefoot knelt down to unclip the dogs leashes. "Be good," she told them, "and come back soon." With that, the dogs were off, chasing after each other. The horse went trotting after them, ears up with interest. Firefoot grinned, confident that her dogs would be fine.
With that, she headed back into the barrow, intending to head first for the buffet, and then to find some other wight with whom she might talk...
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