OOC briefly stealing the npc
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The wolf knew what the mark meant. It was something none of the tribe were worthy to possess, a mark only given to the chosen of the goddess. And he had attacked him. Cowering he tried to think of how to fix his mistake. His ears twitched as the sound of a horse and wagon approached. There was no time. She was here. He muttered in the native tongue, asking for forgiveness, before he twisted around and bit into his own stomach, dying. It was better to kill himself than fall into her hands when she was angry.
Reaching the stream Amy watched in surprise as one of her followers committed suicide. What could he have possibly done to make that an option? She looked up, spotting Levent standing across the stream. A wide smile spread, her tail wagging. So that's why. He'd insulted her chosen one. Leaving the horse's head she stepped over to where he was. Didn't expect to see you here. Welcome. Come to the tribe with me? They're a bit primitive, but good folk. Amy was burning to ask why he'd left Europe and the umbrella of her protection, but bit her tongue. All in good time.
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