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It was time to stop by Anathema. She didn't have much in the way of knowledge to impart to them this time, beyond news of a new pack formed in the north. Her wagon carried supplies that she hoped would be traded for, as well as the items that had been requested previously. Some furs, a spirited mare, and gifts for Bridget and Ayasha. She was going to make sure her goddaughter wanted for nothing in this life.
Lifting her head Amy released her call through the pack. She didn't ask for Ayasha, knowing that she wouldn't be leaving the den until the pups were older. If Amy had the benefit of being able to settle down she would do the same with her own children. She traveled plenty though, so she wasn't slowing down. The deep doggish howl called for Rio, telling of the horse that had been purchased. Hopefully the payment would be had.
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