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> The unexpected fright from the deer at the prairie was long forgotten by the time the pair crossed into the realm of the Toklat Canyon. Silver's dark, spotted roan coat bore the story of their journey in the form of cockleburs in her tail, and a few vibrant streaks of magenta against her underbelly, where she'd pushed through a stand of overly-ripe pokeberries.  Her legs had since dried from the river crossings though, and had even collected a fine layer of dust that softened the blacks and dark grays of her long limbs.  It would have been enough to warrant a hosing by her owners, but out there, there would be no humans to spray her down or scrub her over with soap, or brush out her mane and tail.  That maintenance would be up to herself now, and her fellow herdmates.
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> "[b]I've never been up this way.[/b]"  Silver commented, following Enyos up the incline with slightly labored breath.  "[b]I'm... actually not sure where we are, in relation to my old home.[/b]"
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> Behind her, Delphine was pushing up the slope and slowly beginning to spend a little more time looking at her surroundings rather than constantly eying the stallion that was leading them.  Perhaps for the first time since their escape in the early morning hours, the young, chestnut mare was really seeing the landscape.  As she stepped past Silver and took a spot next to Enyos, her dark eyes turned curiously over the land that lay before them.  "[i][b]It really is beautiful.[/b][/i]"  She murmured, then turned curiously to the white-faced stallion, "[b]But.. where's the canyon?[/b]"