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The words went over Amy's head, not really processing it. She had a feeling that there was more going on than was really registering in her mind, but the blood lust was beginning to build inside her with the rage she'd released. Mido sat up, and Amy found herself entangled in his arms. Her legs were entangled with his, and if someone was looking it looked less like a battle and more like the pair was caught in a lover's embrace. A mirage that was quickly shattered by Amy twisting her body to send him beneath her.
Now that the top was ruined, Amy wasn't being nearly as cautious with the mud. It didn't matter if she got some on her, since she would be washing it anyways and hoping that it wasn't ruined. If there was blood mixed in that would make the loss of her top so much better. Stopping that train of thought Amy returned to the thought of simply restraining him. He was a member of the pack. Not someone for her to tear to shreds, as much as she might feel like it. Amy could go off and kill something else if she needed to.
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