They ran along the side of the cliff, trying to be as quiet as they could be. Tibbals was continuing to make a ruckus and being as difficult as possible. Her arms were tied behind her back, but she bucked and reared as she shrieked and complained. As concerned as she was, Carling couldn’t help but smile as she observed her friend’s tenacity in action.
The Fauns dragging Tibbals along weren’t as impressed and were clearly getting irritated. “Come on, you stupid Centaur,” growled one as he jerked on the ropes that were wrapped around the filly’s neck. “We don’t have all day, you know.”
“Ouch! You’re hurting me. This rope will probably leave ugly red marks on my neck. I want it off right now!”
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