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The white mare seemed unbothered by Aspen’s cautious and unfriendly reaction. In fact, she seemed very relaxed and almost a little distracted as she was warning them in a soft, high pitched voice. “Well, there’s two legged ones that way. They tried to catch me but I lost them.” Aspen felt his breath catch in his throat and his muscles tensed. He glanced back at his band, noticing how Maeve gently nudged the foals towards the safer centre of their group. “They have dogs with them too,” The white mare continued, following his gaze in a absentminded way. “But I crossed more than one river and I haven’t heard any of them in a while now.” The stallion could feel his heart race, the knot in his stomach pulling tight with a sense of dread. They were all tired from their crossing, and now they might have to run again, across unfamiliar land. He swallowed hard and tried to stay calm, to think. He needed information. “Barbara, fly high and watch for danger from that direction. Call out as