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Amy was pleased with the trade from Salsola. She now had a small stock of animals that she could trade or eat if she wished. Granted, they were only rabbits, but it was still an improvement. Humming slightly off key Amy was thinking about how wonderful it would be to just watch someone's face twist in pain. That would make her mood complete. She glanced behind at Hadley, but the guy had managed to sense her mood, and had made himself as boring and obedient as possible. To injure him would wreck his training then. She sighed in disappointment. Guess Amy would have to do without hurting anyone.
Or not. Up ahead a flurry of snow was moved around. A wolf was playing in the snow. Pleased with the discovery Amy pulled her horse to a halt before rushing over. It was a good thing her clothes made it easy to travel. She didn't have to worry about a skirt tripping her up. Grabbing the dagger Amy smiled coldly as she got closer. Good day! How are you?
Hadley shuddered. It was just like his capture all over again, sugar sweet and kind until she was ready to attack.
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