Celtic slipped quietly and agilely through the trees leaping over rocks and fallen trees and using low hanging branches to swing herself up into the trees to then lap to another tree and drop down. After a moment she stopped and took a deep breath closing her eyes and let the wind blow her long white hair. She stood there only moments before she took off again. Coming to a creek she leaped quickly moved over the water back large rocks and to the dry land on the other side. though the ground was wet she barely left a footprint in the dark dirt stay light footed as she paused again this time to catch her breath.
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