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This land was unfamiliar to him, but the damp air filled his nostrils regardless with the familiar musky scent of prey. He had encountered this type of prey before, but he wasn't sure where. The scent was reminiscent of sheep, but he knew that couldn't be possible here in the foggy mountain range. Perhaps it was a relative -- but llama or alpaca? Was there even a difference? King huffed and opened his eyes.On his left stood the tall, slender form of Occidere Morte, her pale cream coat ghostly in the overcast sky. On his right was the slightly shorter Rubis Ignis, whose dark mane and bright red horns seeming to be the only thing rooting her...