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Bregoware
Not so far away, the oblivious remainder of the party found themselves searching the foliage for food and any vegtables that may have survived the hints of frost indicating an oncoming winter. Eostre didn't believe it would be too long before snow set in, but she thought it might wait a little bit longer; perhaps til they were back from this mission.
She threw a glance at her silent companions, each and everyone of them focused enough on the idea of getting meat for supper that they for once weren't squabbling or making stupidly self-critical remarks over every possible thing that could be said and done. At least sometimes they could all get along.
A crackle in the branches: a rabbit lept from the underbrush and, in a fit of panic, bounded straight towards Meghan.
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