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((Sure enough, the wild jungle begins to thin as Lychee continues to wade through the murky water of the overgrown bayou. Her nose fills with the stench of, well, none other than herbivore droppings, something that makes her muzzle crinkle up in disgust as she pulls herself out and onto the shore.)) She can barely see Parsnip, but the other Tark'ee's sullied white feet give her away from Lychee's low position. Odd though, she can't hear any lick of Stryx or see her massive black and white fra...
