OOC amy would argue the happiness factor. she's plenty happy
Amy followed the scent at a leisurely pace. She wasn't hunting him, after all. Amy wouldn't be killing him, or torturing him. Well, perhaps she would torture him. Keep him from being allowed to touch her. Lips curled into a smile at the thought, though she knew that she wasn't about to deny herself the pleasure that she gained from his presence. Even if it would be amusing to do so, chances were good Amy would just give in. It would be better to not even start so Fang didn't see her as weak.
The scent stopped up ahead. Amy paused, lifting her head as she searched for her target. The dog wasn't going to lose to him just for fun. Spotting him in the trees Amy smiled, purposely continuing to place herself where he would pounce. From there, Amy would twist as he hit her, ending up with Fang pinned instead of the other way around. Her gold coat made her look ghostly in the darkness, almost glowing with her graceful steps.
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