Amy was being harsh, by Caspa's estimation. Unsurprisingly, as she was already pretty much written off in the judgemental young dog's eyes as a worthless and utterly depraved character, capable of any kind of monstrous misdeed. But Caspa would not be threatened. Resolve setting, she lowered her head as if apologising to the tall canine and acquiescing to her demand. "I am sorry. Their names are..." she said softly, in her low and grave tones, and then - knowing that the element of surprise and misdirection could be achieved in more than one direction, but whether by her, with no practice, was another question - she spoke again, still sedately, "...too good for your ears, slave-driver." Then she threw the stone with all the speed and direction her juggling reflexes could give her, aiming for the brow, and assuming Amy was taken aback enough not to duck so that it hit - she could not afford for it not to hit - Caspa lunged forwards, long but narrow jaws snapping to cut into the other dog's jugular, knowing that this must be an assassination, not a brawl, for otherwise she was doomed.
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