Life Of A Saint

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Saint sat up with a grumble of protest as a raven cawed, landing on her shoulder. She looked out on the horizon. It was sundown, 'time to get up'  she thought in her head. Saint stood, shaking off the dust and grass that clung to her fur. The raven cawed in annoyance, flapping it's wings and rising off her shoulder.

Saint then began to walk, her tail swishing. The raven flew above, soaring over her. She picked her pace up to a trot as she heard a noise in the woods. The raven flew up high to avoid trees and to watch below. The two had been traveling a while, still not out of the woods yet.

Saint froze as she heard walking to the left of her. She turned her head to look, it was dark over there... trees towered over her and bushes, ferns, and thorns kept her from seeing to far into the area. She then heard a branch snap. Saint shot off running, her injured leg the only thing slowing her down as she took long strides.

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