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Amy groaned softly as she was shifted. The warmth withdrew, disappointing for her. Amy curled up, shivering slightly. She wasn't wearing clothes. That wasn't too unusual by itself, but combined with the fact that she was in optime form was very strange. Amy opened her eyes, thinking about what had happened. The delicious scent of blood and sex filled the air. Oh yes, that wonderful wolf she'd met yesterday, Fang. That had been incredible.
Stretching she sat up, looking over to see Fang staring at the dead wolf. His gaze turned back to her, examining her body. Shifting around to a more sensuous pose she smiled up at him. Didn't get your fill last night? Amy stood up, walking over to where Fang was, confident in her movements. Amy examined his body, noting the various cuts. If she deepened that one on his arm that would be enough to mark him as belonging to her. She stretched out to touch him, ready to make the shallow bite into a scar.
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