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> The clouded sky as angry at it may be only unleashed a small flurry of tears, orange and gold leaves turning brown as they are beaten down into the plush grasses between stretches of trees. Birds were absent now, long gone with the summer season, homing southwards for warmer grounds. Silhouettes of the remaining crows nestled on leaf-thinned branches, waiting out on the light rain. A single crow swooped down to quickly clean itself off in a puddle before returning to it's perch.
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> From the small babbling brook stepped Pomme, checking this spot for new grazing, nostrils flared and puffing into the windless air. Her coat was slicked  to near black, her back was to the rain. Steam rose off of her warm body as she ambled along, ears flicking to and fro. Amber eyes watched carefully, lashes collecting fine droplets of water as she blinked.
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> Her hooves plodded against the wetting ground and slick leaf litter, leaving indents behind her. Black tail swishing as the large animal pushed with ease through the bracken and shrub branches.
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> Pomme pushed onward, loping as though to catch Mother Moon though she had long fallen asleep earlier when morning was new and the air was more crisp than it was dusty and wet.
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> Another small creek, just barely wider than the herd's usual haunt.
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> The bay mare paused at the bank head dipping low for a drink, submerging her muzzle and sucking in mouthful after mouthful. Once her belly was full she moved on to dunk her head fully under the water to pull at the shoots of fresh water grown grass. She pulled her head back up with a torrent rushing down the top of her head and falling from her jawline and bottom lip while she chewed.