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The water was cold and refreshing, almost bitingly so with winter around. Looking up she met the eyes of a young wolf. A fresh scar ran across the male's face, from another wolf no less. This male had been in a fight recently, and one that Amy guessed went rather poorly on his end. Amy smiled lightly, keeping the demon hidden inside. When the time came Amy would let that other side of herself be revealed. Until then, she would be polite.
Graciously she bowed her head a little, acknowledgement of the other's greeting. Her stance was dominant, though Amy had not moved to make it that way. It was simply her natural way of being. I'm quite well, thank you. My name is Amy Sunders. What brings such a young wolf out here? And under such poor circumstances, as well.
Her voice wasn't particularly sympathetic, simply stating a fact. Amy had no feelings one way or another about the fight, but the extent of the injuries made Amy want to test her own blade out on the boy's body, to see if she could discover the secret that had lead others to fight against him.
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