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"Come on, Faith!" Bel chirped, her eyes bright. "I'm bored! You're sooo slow!"
"It's too hot for my tastes," Faith replied, "so I don't exactly feel like running, Bels." She raised her head up high, sniffing the air with a hiss. "And it stinks here. You're lucky you can't smell like I can."
"You definitely smell, that's for certain." She giggled, jumping up onto the Panzer's head and staring into her eyes, a loopy grin on her face. "Hurry up, pony!"
With a grumble, the Panzer plodded on through the mud. She wasn't fond of the forest, but at least the shade from the tall, verdant trees and the occasional rainfall (which was sadly not present at the time) made it bearable. And there were less people than the cities or the park. It was way, way too crowded there.
But ugh, did it smell. Rotting plants, animal poop, the whole works. The air in the mountains was cool, crisp, clean. Except the mountains wasn't where Bel was.
Sadly.