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ad listened to the tales the
hunters told. Tales of how beautiful the unicorn was, and the magical
things it could do. Wissa had resolved that, if could, would
warn the unicorn away from the hunters.
As the party entered the deep brush, the hunters spread out
slightly, still keeping in sight of one another, but covering the
greatest possible ground, looking for signs of the unicorn. Shortly,
one man shouted-he'd found fairly fresh tracks. They followed the
tracks to a small pool, formed by a spring bubbling up from the
ground. So the hunters prepared a place for Wissa, and sat down,
preparing for the wait. The hunters dispersed themselves around the
area, and readied themselves.
Several hours passed, with no sign of the unicorn. Wissa grew
uncomfortable, and then finally stood, telling the head hunter
that had to go relieve herself. He agreed, and sent 's away from
the pool. Wissa went a short distance and found a convenient bush.
Just as finished, looked up
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