10-23-2013, 06:24 AM
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"Was it attacking you?"
Sarell's expression is stern. "If it was of no danger to us, it has just as much right to live as we do. I certainly hope that if you killed it, it was a quick death and you had a good reason. Poppy, Marceline - just remember that next time."
Then she let herself relax. "But anyway, that's over with now. It's slowed us down some, though. There's a stream up ahead, we'll take a quick drink and carry on. The Red Stallion..."
Her eyes dart nervously.
"I'm sorry. I'm just nervous of what he may do to us. I know we have Shazanzia, but, well...Red is different. He smells trouble from miles away."
"Marceline, you should go get your face checked out. That looks nasty. Chief's up ahead, I think."
And with that she bobs her head, turns tail, and breaks into a canter to the front of the line.