Word Count → 000 :: September 5
Vinatta had quickly become one of her favorite packs to trade with. Lucias was tucked closely, her eyes having just opened yesterday. The sharp blue color gazed out at everything, not quite seeing. She was tucked close to Amy's body, stroked gently. She loved her daughter, even if she hated the father that had brought her existence about. Kohaku was still loved, but he wasn't delicate enough to warrant the soft treatment her true blood heir deserved. Soon he would be turned to a luperci, but he certainly wouldn't be treated the same as the younger child.
Looking up she gazed calmly over things, the pair of horses trotting slowly behind her wagon. They were older than the horses she normally dealt with, one seven and the other nine. On the other hand, they were well trained, and that was not something that could be said about every horse that she traded around. Satisfied with this small amount she continued on, sniffing for the scent of the pack. She was close, and should be coming up to the borders soon.
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