OOC Amy is a dog, pure dog
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The coyote acknowledged her words with a glance, one full of suppressed anger. Amy smiled coldly before turning back to her property. Sighing she shifted into optime form, and grabbed the satchel. Slinging it over one shoulder she gripped Raoth and began to drag him back to the wagon, not bothering to fully pick him up. If he was injured this way, so be it. He was the one to cause so much trouble in the first place. Amy wasn't even finished with him yet.
The wagon was just where she'd left it, the horse having taken the chance to eat some grass. Looking at the shreds of cloth from her hurried shift Amy growled. That was another thing he had to pay for. She'd liked that outfit. Placing the pups inside the wagon Amy turned around, lightly slapping Raoth's face. The young coyote groaned, not yet fully awake. Wickedly Amy grabbed a pair of knives before turning back to face him. Wakey wakey. Time to pay for what you've done. Raoth's eyes widened as he realized what was happening, unable to scream as she began her deathly art.
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