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A foreign word filled the air, shouted with vehement excitement. Amy slowed, tugging on the horse's bridle. Compliant it's steps came almost to a halt. Amy paused completely when the source of the excitable calls came into view. A large female, with thick grey fur stepped forwards. She looked rather wild, the tempo of her heart clear for the dog to listen to. She waited patiently as the wolf breathed in, green eyes flashing. Why did she stop her? Was there a reason?
Distance was kept between them, enough that if Amy lost her temper the wolf would be able to escape without harm. A wise move, and not one that was expected. Most came right up to her. Reaching one hand into the bag she ran her fingers over Lucias' head. Yes they are for trade. What do you have to offer? There was nothing that this wolf owned for Amy to view but the earrings that she wore, and they weren't anywhere near the value of a horse.
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