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The touch of the sword hadn't gone unnoticed. The wolf was ready for a fight. Amy could certainly take him, confidant as she was in her abilities, but her interest in battle at the moment was slim. A good meal was more at the forefront of her mind. Under his gaze Amy moved softly, shifting to a more attractive position. She was beautiful, and fully aware of the weapon that beauty could be used as.
Why was everyone so fascinated with her slaves? Growling she shook her head, glancing over at Raoth. Just a slave. The coyote bared his teeth at Amy, hating the dismissive way that she'd spoken. The dog simply smirked, tossing the peeled skin over to the slave to dispose of. Catching it he stalked off, wishing to curse at the unfairness of the situation. He couldn't even make a noise past a garble sadly, not without his tongue.
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