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Amy camped down at the setting sun. Her wagon was set up carefully, everything rigged so that she would know the instant it was touched. Soft furs laid out on the ground as she stretched out. A meal would be here soon, when Raoth came back from his hunt. She had unchained him, and made it clear that he would be hunted down if he wasn't back within an hour with something for her to eat. There was to be no escape attempt.
Grudgingly Raoth returned, clutching a kid in his mouth. Amy smiled, retrieving the small goat. Raoth growled as he moved back, hating that he was forced to serve her. At times he felt himself drawn to her only, to have Amy violently strike him. It was on purpose, as she could tell when he started attaching to her. It was no good if he did so. Then she couldn't sell him. A knife was drawn, working on skinning the goat for her meal.
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