OOC note: the term 'friend' is being used very loosely.
The sea was such a soothing sight. Watching the waves crash against the cliff, a deadly merciless power that killed without differentiating between right and wrong. It was an absolute beauty, really. Amy stood near the edge, admiring the strength that it held. Raoth was a short distance back, chained to the house after he tried to kill her by clubbing her with a bat. Said bat had been turned and used against Raoth, a clear lesson on who was in charge.
Her ears pricked as a call ran out. Someone unfamiliar with the pack, but definitely familiar to her. Tail wagging Amy turned away and walked over to the borders. She was looking forwards to seeing her friend again. A deep booming howl sounded from the dog, assuring him that he'd been heard and she was on her way. Stopping briefly at the cottage Amy grabbed some cheese that she'd managed to get her hands on before continuing over. Levent. How is the world treating you?
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