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The merchant pulled up to Inferni, ready to complete the trade. She knew what she would be asking for in exchange for the animals that she was about to give over. It was impossible to deny her as well, with the oath that had been taken. Standing tall beside her wagon Amy ignored their horrible taste in decor. Really, it had no sense to it. There were better ways to strike fear in others and still maintain a graceful appearance. Amy did it all the time, after all. She was feared and respected by those who knew her, or at least hated and worked at to keep away.
Lifting her head Amy released a deep booming howl. It was shorter than a wolf's, lacking the eery spirit that the call would have carried. It was a summons to the one who had traded with her, as well as an invitation to others who would be interested in her supplies. After all, she did have things that would be particularly valuable in the spring, herbs to help with pregnancy, allowing it to be fast and safe, as well as lighter material and fresh fruits.
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