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She dashed across the path and crouched behind a fallen log, half-covered in blueberry bushes. From a distance, she observed her work. The merchants began fleeing from the tent with cries, followed by a swarm of bees. The guards huddled by the fire barely raised their heads. "Forest spirit," they spat, tossing their thin blankets over the perfumed traders. The smoke's smell calmed the bees, and they flew away. She twitched her fox ear; someone was approaching along the path. She pressed herself to the ground, her tail flicking nervously. A rider stopped their horse nearby, the animal snorting nervously. The rider calmed it, urging it toward the camp. She exhaled with relief, listening intently before lifting herself just enough to peer over the log. The newcomer was a woman—a warrior—with a sword at her side and a vest of hardened leather. Her black hair, braided into several plaits and then gathered into one, revealed a pointed ear. She clearly knew the caravan, shaking hands with