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Fuse rose the next morning, two hours before dawn. She tidied her little edge of the camp far away from Jarven and his fish-smelling pals. Though she really should have stayed within earshot of her handler, no one in this group had the spine to argue with her. They hadn't they gone out of their way to offer her food or blankets for the night, either. No matter. She didn't need them, anyway. Master had equipped her with her own camping supplies and food--and the skills to acquire more if needed. It was a point of pride with him. His weapons were meant to get the job done as quickly and effectively as possible--not burden the handler with the c