A glorious white stallion stands in front of you and the small cattle, rearing high upon its back legs. It lets out a loud braying noise before slamming its hooves dangerously near the timberwolf. The timberwolf lets out a yowl of fear, skittering off into the brush. The rider slowly dismounts from their stead. Their white armor glints in the light. They grasp their helmet, slowly pulling it off their head.. Long golden locks flow from out of the helmet. "Are you alright, miss?" She asks.
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