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The horse plodded next to her silently. The confrontation with Hadley had not gone well, discovering that the slave had wandered off, and even worse, been set free. If she caught up with him he would pay, and pay well. The members of the pack she'd stopped at might not care for her methods, but Hadley had disobeyed, and he had to be punished for that. Thinking over what a good plan would be Amy paused as the scent of blood reached her.
Pulling the horse to a stop Amy left her wagon, making sure Raoth was very clear on what would happen if he let anyone near it. Silently she slid through the woods, stepping over to investigate. An assassin laid in the clearing, working on pulling the skin off a deer. He wasn't Shadowfang, despite the dark coloring. No, the air that this one gave off was slightly different. Leaning against a tree Amy waited for her presence to be acknowledged, knowing there was no need to introduce herself. He would know.
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