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Losses - Izzy's HistoryThe summer night was pleasantly serene; the cool breeze blew lazily between the trees, carrying itself on into the caverns. The stars dotted the sky as if Gealach had sprinkled fragments of herself across it, thickly painting the night with an unearthly silver glow. A handful of owls silently spiraled down, before swooping low over the tall grasses, surveying their hunting grounds with menacing yellow eyes. The occasional lapping of the underground streams and puddles against the rocky outcrops and the seldom clatter of hooves as few fawnlings stirred, cut through the heavy silence.
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A single dark coloured doe lay awake, Izmisumā. She lay on her side, legs curled underneath her swollen belly. She was restless and nervous, with every right to be. Izzy had prepared as much as any doe could, searching for a hidden cave entrance without any scent of danger for miles around, inside or out, long before she was to give birth. Izzy had even gone to the extent of covering her tracks and dis