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Scavar's nose was buried in the sand, snuffling at a scent that had caught his attention just an hour or so ago. It was fading fast, and the headstrong bull wasn't too keen on allowing something this interesting to slip from him. His eyes narrowed, and his large form lumbered across golden sands, the shadow of the massive red rock arch stretching across the coast in the setting sun like a foreboding animal.Behind him was a trail that he'd left himself, scraping from that long nasa...