The Right Moment

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     Nightcloud waited for the right moment. Bleeding and in pain, she wouldn't be able to fight her way out of the stoats' den, so she opted instead to wait until the rather muscular stoat guarding her left. I need to play dead. If they think I'm not alive, they'll stop guarding me. But then again, these stoats are unlike any I've ever seen- silvery fur in a lean frame, their beady eyes piercing- and they seem to be particularly intelligent...

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