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Through branches and brambles it persistently strode.
Pasha and Abbott traveled through the evening to her cabin, for some food and rest. Pasha told him it was best to start their search in the morning. Bo of course objected, insisting that they were letting Arista get further away. But, with a little convincing Pasha led them to her cabin. He ate the meal of bread, chicken, and carrots quickly as his belly hungrily growled. He had barely swallowed the last bite before trudging over to the couch and collapsing, fast asleep. Pasha smiled and shook her head, before retreating to her own bed for some much needed rest.
Marching down a tall-grass covered hill, they finally arrived at the village entrance. The sight they found though, was anything but pleasant. The townspeople seemed to be frozen in place, their bodies covered in a hard muddy shell. Whatever it was that happened, must have come about suddenly. A man in mid-stride down the street, a woman leaning out her window, a boy chasing a giant dog. All of them stuck as if they were on pause.