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>He had definitely seen things moving in the distance >and disappearing. Letting his ears swivel forward and >his tongue snake out to taste the air, he's sure of >it. Running forward at a steady, ground eating gait, >he becomes filled with a need to get inside the >portal, as he feels quite a bit...well...exposed out >here. As he reaches the strange gateway, he slows, >cautious of leaping through. He approaches, feeling >the fur of his mane prickle with the strangeness of it >all. He couldn't see what lay beyond it. Would he be >walking into a trap? > >Making a decision, he steps through swiftly, head >semi-lowered in the position customary for males in >ritual battle. In this position, his fighting teeth >are displayed to maximum effect and he braces himself >for the need to swing his head to one side or another. >When the only creature he sees or senses has its back >to him, he relaxes slightly. He takes a moment to >shake the worst of the dirt from his fur, dirt he had >rolled in (as he always did before a hunt) to keep >himself from being a large silver beacon. > >Resolving to groom himself to satisfaction later, >Tunder watches Majhiik, who had arrived moments >before, curiously. He pads after him when the vygun >begins to move, answering quietly when the voice calls >out. > >"Yes, I'm here."

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