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Amy was working on training Raoth. The poor coyote was absolutely exhausted. He was struggling with keeping up, fighting the best that he could, Amy still able to take him down so easily. Blood stained the ground, making her more excited. Having to stop before she accidentally killed him Amy returned Raoth to the wagon, where he promptly passed out, not even chained yet. Needing to kill now Amy wandered through the woods, searching for something to fall victim to her grasp.
The scent of a canine's blood, not the coyote's, grabbed her attention. Amy had kept her optime form this time, leaving shifting for when she found someone good to play with. Entering the clearing she watched with shock as the assassin that she'd been dealing with worked on skinning another alive. The occasional twitches and jerks were amusing to watch, but it was hard for her to picture the calm living weapon doing something so dark. It made her drool, wanting to taste her blood. I would have let him speak. Makes things more entertaining.
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