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... the injured wailed in the snow nests, and those uninjured continued charging forward.
The Flying Snake tribe members were accustomed to the bloody deeds of killing and arson in the harsh winter. The deaths of their comrades and the spreading scent of fresh blood did startle them, but alongside the shock, a bloodthirsty intent surged within them.
They howled, running fiercely toward the Green Sparrow tribe, no longer caring if they might stumble. Along the way, they would viciousl ...
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