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An average day for an average doe. Pacino spent most of them picking herbs for her ritual cleansing of the forest. She always felt this was her calling, the right thing to do. To help others including those who have passed on. As she continues to move through the forest, each step she would make would be carefully placed as to make the most minimal noise. Every inch forward requiring vigilant awareness of the surroundings. She would always keep her tail half raised incase she needed to alert surrounding deer of danger with the up rise of a flashing tail. But when nothing suspicious was evident, she would simply wag it back and forth to give the all clear.

It took her a while to make it through the forest like this, but she had her reasoning. Today she would come close to the boarder of the woods. She was close to death fields. Not a place for the faintest of hearts. But it was necessary one. Some of the most important plants she needed to collect are close to this place. But that doesn't mean she's forgotten her past run ins here. And how could she, so close to death at the time. She wouldn't dare slip up again.
So she would continue on in her snail pace, insuring that at the slightest hint of danger, she could bolt.
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Here she is. My little anxious doe. Ready to get plotting with others!

Description

Introductory Piece
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An average day for an average doe. Pacino spent most of them picking herbs for her ritual cleansing of the forest. She always felt this was her calling, the right thing to do. To help others including those who have passed on. As she continues to move through the forest, each step she would make would be carefully placed as to make the most minimal noise. Every inch forward requiring vigilant awareness of the surroundings. She would always keep her tail half raised incase she needed to alert surrounding deer of danger with the up rise of a flashing tail. But when nothing suspicious was evident, she would simply wag it back and forth to give the all clear.

It took her a while to make it through the forest like this, but she had her reasoning. Today she would come close to the boarder of the woods. She was close to death fields. Not a place for the faintest of hearts. But it was necessary one. Some of the most important plants she needed to collect are close to this place. But that doesn't mean she's forgotten her past run ins here. And how could she, so close to death at the time. She wouldn't dare slip up again.
So she would continue on in her snail pace, insuring that at the slightest hint of danger, she could bolt.
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Here she is. My little anxious doe. Ready to get plotting with others!