The late afternoon sun hung low in the sky, biding its time as if waiting to set. A premature veil of mist was slowly forming over the swamp, so thin it was just barely visible, the first sign of the night's fog. It was in this scene that the doe wandered, absently probing the area as she sought a place to settle down for the night. She was young yet, recently grown into her adult form, but still inexperienced and naive as a filly -- characteristics betrayed by the unpracticed caution in her stride. Her experiences would temper that youth in time... and perhaps destroy that naivety.
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