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Amy had the wagon tucked up behind her. It was about time she came back to her trade route. Relaxing at the home she had made for herself with Kohaku was nice, but at the same time it didn't give her the drive that she carried when trading. It was more addictive than the kill for her. Each item was carefully piled in, Kohaku old enough to walk outside the wagon now. Well, maybe not quite old enough, but he'd be doing it anyways.
Reaching the court's border Amy pulled the horse to a halt. It was the same border as always, silent. Lifting her head Amy let out a deep howl into the air, calling for those who wished to trade. She would be open for any opportunities. Especially ones from those too ignorant to protect themselves from her manipulation. Smiling she looked into the pack, waiting for someone to answer her call.
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