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    Finding this place certainly hadn't been easy, but it was worth it. The twenty-fifth clan she'd traveled to, a milestone she felt rather proud of. Toriel let out a long exhausted breath, smiling just slightly as she approached the Tribe of Submerged Paradise. "Hello?" she called out, her voice echoing just slightly.




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    Jagger padded over to the border, sitting next to Nathan, his eyes curious as he looked at the newcomer. "Hello," he greeted politely, dipping his head slighly in a warm gesture of welcome. The leader's cuts from the previous day were still healing slowly, he found it difficult to treat himself when he had nobody to help him. The white tiger's ears flicked back for a second, waiting for a patiently for a response.

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