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ITEM (Nothing To Use!)

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ACT (No Enemy Present!)

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RUN (Running Away!)

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HELP! HELP ME!

The little boy cried out, running as fast as his little legs could carry him across the grassy plain. He was terrified. More than terrified, but he did not know if such a word existed.

His trek from the shores of the Great Woodlands to the Spirited Highlands had not been one worth noting- Not many encounters, not many friends made. No big important lessons, nothing much taught. Of course, that did not set him up well for the lessons that life outside of a cave would have in store. That would explain why, perhaps, a wolf was running from a hare.

Southeast tumbled once more, hitting his side against a stiff rock and causing him to roll past it downhill, landing somewhat-neatly on his paws on a patch of leafy nonsense. Blinking, then spotting someone in the distance, the pup looked back in terror at the beast chasing him even still. LEAVE ME ALONE! -khuff, khuff!- GO AWAY! How was he meant to know that a burrow belonged to this thing? It didn’t look like it should live underground! And why was it so big!? He had seen similar things, but none as big as this one! He was lucky there was only the one, but it was STILL AFTER HIM!

Fleeing towards the distant figure, Southeast could feel the burn in his legs with each bound. Hopefully they would be of some help, and not just another big log. It wasn't like he knew what a log was, either. Anybody could have made that mistake, right?