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Date Posted: 12:43:36 12/30/01 Sun
Author: Minmons
Subject: Migration...

A rumble suddenly shakes the ground, enough to throw a standing creature to the earth and enough to shake the Tlaemaes from their perches. They fall silently, a stark contrast to their earlier noise, and immediately disappear into the forest. The rumble increases in force and decibel until the cause of the ruckus can be seen - that is, if one were to look straight up. A Minmon female approaches, toned muscles rippling under a healthy brown coat, eyes bright as she surveys her path. After her follow two young ones, both only about fifty feet high and as playful as children should be, bounding about and pouncing each other's shiny, yet blunt, tail blades. The big female occasionally turns to speak something in an impossibly deep voice, calling her cubs to her heel once more. As they pass the Terolian group, one youngster takes an interest in the tiny foreigners and stops, lowering his head to sniff at them. His mother stops, as does his sister, but the adult does not seem perturbed at her child's curiosity. The larger cub also turns to move towards the Terolians, crouching and nudging the one that she was most coloured like roughly, though apparently not hostile. A wind picks up, ruffling the dark fur of the mother and son, and the creamy tan fur of the female child. Tail blades swinging behind both young Minmons, they study the small group before them.

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