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  • The morning was brisk, leaving a thin layer of frost to coat the fallen foliage. Their breath fogged the air as if they had pulled a drag of a cigarette while they trekked through the dead vines and branches. The crackling of small sticks resonated through the tall pines causing birds to disperse from their resting spots. One uses hand motions to quiet the others as they proceed further. With a simple nod they seize movement. In a swift reticent they make themselves camouflaged with their surroundings. A horn blasts caused one to fall from their post exposing their position.

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