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"I have a feeling about you." she told him gently, "after all the stallion who turned bad, I know that they were just adding a few percents to the most likely good percent."
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Tiger swallowed, and bobbed his head in a nod, "alright, and what feeling is that, rose?"
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"The normal one," she told him, "that gut feeling that you can." Her eyes were calm, and steady.
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Tiger nodded, "well, I am guessing we should be off now, the sooner we find a territory, the sooner we are safer"
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"I would say that would be a good idea. I really don't want to run into any more lunatics." she commented.
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"Neither do I" he said, flicking his ears and moving forward
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She smiled at him. Though Rose couldn't properly explain it, something felt different about Tiger. Like a strong gut feeling that makes you know the truth.
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Tiger drank a little more before leading the two mares he called a herd out of his valley entrance, moving swiftly down the unstable slope
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She walked up beside Tiger wishing that she never rencountered the lying brat of a stallion called Lion.
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Tiger glanced back at the two mares and huffed silently, "we will stop soon, for a grazing break, we can regain some energy"
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