Word Count → 000 :: Out of Character text.
Amy had been working on sorting the furs that she had in her possession. There wasn't much as spring was here now, and furs wouldn't be in as high demand, replaced by a bounty of fabric. Amy wasn't looking to trade the furs away now, but collect them for a good amount when winter returned again. The fur cloak that she'd traded for, complete with waterproofing, was the most valuable item that she had amongst them, even better than the soft white mink fur and silver fox pelt.
She ignored the entrance of another pack member, not thinking of him as anyone important until he let out a howl right by her. Glancing up Amy growled slightly. What was he doing? Standing up Amy moved over, looking at the paper in his hands. Collecting information on the pack? Are you a spy or something? Amy knew that a real spy wouldn't have done anything so blatantly stupid, but was pretty sore over having a howl go off right by her ears.
Leaning back Amy spotted the scrap of paper on the wall this time. So he was Alduin, wanted to know the opinion on pack laws and the like. Shrugging she turned to him. If you really want to learn about pack law I'd suggest talking to the one who made it. Most of the canines you'll talk to will probably be blithering fools who don't know anything beyond their small world. Amy paused, letting her words sink in before continuing. I don't know what Naniko was thinking, trying to make everyone here family. We're not, and it won't work. Something will go wrong. Family is stronger than this.
Just thinking about it made her miss her own family. Sure, they would kill each other if needed to rise in rank, but there was respect there, no outsiders allowed. They were powerful. At least you have acceptable behavior standards. I don't know what other packs are thinking, letting members act with disrespect towards their superiors. Amy clearly viewed herself as a superior, no matter what others might think. After all, the leader had asked her to join the pack, approached her. She brought good things for the pack. Not to mention that Amy would lose her mind if she wasn't allowed to kill and torture like she loved to do. Any questions? She waited for a beat before stepping back, leaving the foolish man to his work and returning to her own.
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