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To Ritual's left, Ven was already making her way down the embankment, silent as a shadow and twice as stealthy. Out here in daylight and the emerald grass, she stood out like a black crow on a dead tree. But she was swift and silent as she made her way to a small copse of fruit trees, snuffling around the base for anything that had already fallen and began to swelter in the summer heat. Chant, at Ritual's right, was less confident. She'd come to the warren only recently, bursting with fake bravado until she fell apart and proclaimed herself a worrisome mess. Ritual understood her, consoled her, told her she was no longer alone. She had a home here, in the Circle, and her sisters would always keep her safe.
"Shall we?" Ritual turned to the other doe, head cocked in invitation.
Chant nodded and the pair started down the hill, racing in tandem.
Ritual brought them here for more than just a plant harvest. So early in the season many shoots were still green, but the warren needed more members. More allies. Venturing further from her borders was the best way to make themselves known. Unlike many, the Circle had no warriors, so Ritual needed to be careful if she did find new does who wanted to become sisters. The warren's greatest defense was the secrecy of her location, and Ritual would guard it fiercely from potential foes.
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