OOC couldn't resist used the name
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Caspa strode ahead, indicating the path they were to follow. Amy stood at her customary spot at the horse's head, with Hadley behind the wagon. Putting him there had been a habit. She'd often tied slaves up in the back to keep them from running away when she traveled. Hadley wasn't tied up, but the expectation was clear. He was to stay back there and not leave that spot. If he did, Amy would deal out the consequences.
Waiting for the time to pass Amy smiled at the guide. So this is a merchant pack, you said? This news did not make her happy at all. Amy had been expecting to compete against a few loners at the most, but dealing with an entire pack was far more than she'd bargained for. There was no way she could kill the competition off if it was a whole pack. No matter how hard she tried someone would probably survive, and then she'd have to deal with being hunted down by grief stricken canines with a twisted sense of justice.
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