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The moon was still high when Vesta emerged from the lean-to. She knelt by the fire and added kindling to the 
embers coaxing it to flame then added larger pieces of wood. She could hear steady rhythmic breathing and snores. The babe still slept soundly as well. Vesta was certain her daughter was in good hands. She needed to go and quietly sit away from camp in order to decipher the dreams that so disturbed her rest.
A movement to her right caught her eye, a red fox. It had stolen a meaty bone and was scampering away from
camp. Sly little fox, they were never to be trusted Vesta had learned. They’re too smart for their own good she remembered as she thought back to the time she’d watched one get over confident when trying to steal from a wolf. Its greed had been its undoing. But, that was nature’s way. The strongest and more intelligent species survived.
She wrapped a fur blanket around her shoulders and started walking through the foothills toward the flat land. From the edge of a grove of trees, yellow eyes followed her.
The Trefoil Muse 
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