Angelic Neela
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A storm was brewing, and she could tell that this one would be hard.
The crunch of the snow under her hooves was the only noise in the dark forest. Time was short to help the living creatures under her protection. She knew most of the burrows in the woods, and moved between them, covering those that would be too exposed or that would be in harms way from a snapped branch or falling tree.
The winds began to pick up and she knew her time was short. She checked on the many birds nests, but too many were too precarious and wouldn't survive. She urged the residents out, hoping they would find a safer place to shelter.
The snow began. It was too late. She braced herself against the wind as she had so many times before, and hoped she had done enough for her forest to survive the storm.
The seasons: Spring, Summer, Autumn
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