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The wolf before her smelled of fear. It was a bit disappointing to Amy, but something she expected. Perhaps she'd been hoping for someone braver, considering how he'd interrupted her bath. No, he truly was someone that was simply lost. He did ask after what kind of game though, bringing a small smile to her lips. The kind of game she would play with him would be more gentle than others. Her harsher ones would kill him, leaving her with no amusement. Perhaps hide and seek. That was simple enough.
He asked for help getting home, and Amy's mood swung. Being pregnant made everything so unpredictable. Anger and sorrow clashed at her mind, as she found herself craving something she couldn't place. It wasn't blood lust, something she knew quite well, but a hunger of another kind. Shrugging Amy met his eyes. I can help you get home if you can help me get what I crave. Her stomach rumbled quietly, emphasizing the sudden need to devour.
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