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Amy was in a much better mood now. Her pregnancy was over, for one, a fact which immediately lifted her spirits. She could start moving around again, and her hormones were no longer out of control. For another, despite the fact that it was secretly frustrating, she had a healthy pup. Amy wanted to gut her and deliver the pelt to the home of the stupid mutt that had done this to her, but Lucias was healthy. She wasn't weak, she wasn't sick, and it sent Amy's heart soaring to know that one of her litters had survived. Even if she did hate the father.
Humming happily Amy walked beside the wagon, the horse eyeing her suspiciously. In a sling around her body Lucias was snuggled tightly. Juggling some knives Amy spotted a tree and quickly threw them into the center. She trotted over and brought them back, eyes scanning for a better target. She missed Raoth right now. He would have been so much fun. Fuming at her while she littered his pelt with knives. Always fun. Alas, she didn't have a new slave to replace him. Adara was too valuable unscarred for such games. She'd have to find another way to keep herself entertained.
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