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Did he seriously ask what the fur pelt was? Amy knew that Kiara wasn't infected. Or hadn't been until recently. Which meant no comforts or anything else for him. A pelt. Simple enough. With the fire going Amy stretched out, letting the dampness that had soaked through dry off from the flickering heat of the flames. Worth the sacrifice, even if it was highly disappointing. Silently she made a point of remembering to add wood to her wagon so this wouldn't happen again.
She watched the pup inch close to the fire, deciding it would be best to let him discover the dangers of the fire on his own. If he got burnt, it was his own fault. Lesson learned. Amy couldn't think of a better way for a pup to learn. He did halt before that happened though, which was a shame. Amy would have been entertained by that. Another muffled thunder clap came down, and again Amy found herself with a bundle of fur in her lap. Are you scared of thunder? Amy's eyes sparked with amusement as she stroked the pup softly.
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