Amy was a short distance away from Anathema's borders. A good enough distance that the crows were silent, but close enough that she could see the borders, and her howl would be heard when she called. She wasn't here for trouble. Amy's goddaughter was old enough to come to the borders now, and she was eager to see how the sweet jewel was doing. Gifts had been prepared for the young pup, same as they were every time she neared Anathema, and dropped off to be delivered.
Her tail swayed languidly as she looked them over. A wooden wolf, each limb carefully hinged. It had cost her a lot to get such a detailed toy, trading some of her plants, poisons, and several jewels for it. A small otter's pelt was there as well, fitted specifically for a pup. She even had a small ruby coated choker for the pup. It would hang like a necklace with how young the pup was, but soon enough the pup would grow, and it would fit snugly around her neck. A tiny jar of sleeping powder was there as well for the pup to play with. Lifting her head she called for Bridget, eager to see her and present the gifts.
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