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Wimmy shook her head. No. Last time she had thought like that, she lost her legs. She'd save that aggression for the liar.

She stood up, and, with the goods, started the trip back to the others, humming a sad sounding tune.

((Sad sounding tune being Rains of Castamere))

Wimmy walked right past him, grumbling "S'alright" under her breath. She plopped down the two freshly killed animals onto the camp grounds, and laid the carrots gently onto the rocks. "I brought some food."

Weifell was a bit taken aback by the two large dead beefalo. He was suprised. Wimmy did that? He had to admit, he was impressed.

Wimmy didn't seem to hear. She just kept walking, until she disappeared from sight, at which Weifell seemed to get worried. "I'm going after her. Something's just not right." He then took off on all fours in the direction Wimmy had disappeared.

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