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Nodding her head Amy turned away. Her task was done. She had other business she could deal with. Placing the polish away her ears remained trained on the pair, watching for what they would do since their business was concluded. This was Amy's campsite after all. She wouldn't be leaving. Not with nightfall so close. The goat skinned Amy strung it through, and began to rotate it over. The juices dripped down, her tongue licking eagerly at her maw.
Raoth didn't understand this male's actions, but he had taken him from Amy. The looks and touches were gentle, something he hadn't had much experience with. Life had always been harsh, leading to what he was. At least he was going to be training still, the one part of his life that he had began to look forwards to.
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