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She rubs her mate again and turns her back on the freshly dug hole, the planted seed already forgotten. It is no longer her concern. It is time to move on. She gathers her litter and her mate, and the group heads deeper into the trackless depths of the forest.
Behind, freshly turned soil dries in the afternoon sun.
Unseen and undisturbed.
Forgotten.
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