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Amy looked over the items that she carried. A small wooden toy, intricately carved of a wolf, complete with hinged parts. A small jeweled choker to fit around one's neck. A jar of powder that would put others to sleep. An otter's pelt, taken and carefully fitted to make a cozy blanket for a young pup. They were gifts for Bridget. She hoped to meet her goddaughter today, and visit with her. The pup had been growing, and doing well.
Humming with these thoughts she moved through the forest, tail wagging behind her. The others were behind her, the wagon falling out of sight as she scouted ahead. Adara was leading the wagon for her, with Kohaku behind as well. It was a shame that Alastar had been taken. At least the wolf who had kidnapped Kohaku's slave had received some good scars into the bargain. Reflecting on this she picked up her pace a little, hurrying.
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