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*Tweek drew back his bow, aiming it at an unsuspecting buck, taking it down with a single shot to the neck. As he made his way towards it, he became stiff, sniffing the air like some sort of hound. His head cocked towards where you were hiding in the undergrowth, his lips forming into a snarl*
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