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Amy had wandered a short way from Anathema. Her cuts were finally healed up, which was a great relief. She no longer looked like a ragged mess, though she still needed to work on proving that she wasn't as useless as they'd thought she was. The pure need to prove that she was greater than everyone else fueled her, training and working the best that she could. Forced to build from the ground up again was the greatest nuisance in the world, compounded by the fact that the crow she'd purchased had grown far too attached for her liking. She was supposed to be using it to learn the crow system better, but the bird didn't even socialize, just following her around.
Deciding that it would make some nice target practice Amy moved a short distance out of Anathema. It was far enough that the scent of the pack was behind, and no one would hear what she was doing. Lifting her bow Amy trained it, searching for the crow. It must have sensed that she'd lost her patience somehow however, and was nowhere in sight. Too bad. She'd have to find something else to practice shooting at. Traveling through the woods the killer hunted for something that would give her proper satisfaction when she struck to take it down.
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