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Amy's eyes turned to the pelt that was being removed. It was a fairly nice one, and he'd avoided staining it in any way. There was a bit of blood around the neck, but that could easily be avoided. She nodded her head, appreciating the thought behind that. Amy didn't take the pelts of canines herself, satisfied with merely playing with them until they died. Once they were dead they completely lost her interest, moving on to whatever held her attention next.
Amy looked back to Thanatos, grinning broadly. The itch to attack and kill was still there, needing to get it out of her system. There was such a perfect target before her, knowing that he would be able to match her ability, giving her a challenge that would send her heart pounding in her ears, blood flushed with excitement. Just out for a walk. Needed a stretch. She would leave it up to him to figure out what she meant by that.
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