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Finding the castle had been a lucky find for Amy. Hearing about the merchants that were coming through, Amy had stormed on a rampage, killing everything she found. It was easy to follow her path, with broken branches and dying animals in her wake. Hadley was curled up in the back of the wagon, shaking with fright. Amy had taken her rage out on the hybrid before, and she wasn't above doing it again. It was pure luck that he'd escaped her so far.
Hitting the castle's interior Amy secured the wagon inside. She wandered through until she found an old fireplace, and started a small fire there. Taking the horse meat that she'd acquired Amy threw it into the fire, letting it cook. Furs were laid around, as Amy tried to sooth her raging mind. If she could Amy would have turned into her secui form and gone hunting for quite some time. Being pregnant had put a damper on that though, as she didn't want to lose the pups. Instead she contented herself with the heat and wishing she had something to drink.
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