The woman moved along in total silence. His paws guiding him to his first stop. He was worn out, but that was his own fault. He spent days getting the baskets perfect. He would reach the boarder and slowly unharness himself from his small wagon. Turning to grab the blue basket from the back.

Turning to head back and sit. Setting the basket at his paws and shaking his gray mane. He would look at the basket of weapons, armor, food, and herbs. He had added shells and coral to the outside as decor. Wanting to be a little extra. He hoped all was well, despite the war. He would simply have to wait and see.

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