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Her hackles raised as he spoke, his tone cold and arrogant. She had attitude? Look at who was talking! She wanted to tear his throat out at this point, growling with anger. Killing him wouldn't mean anything to her. Her friend had died the night he had become a slave. She hated that he was right. Fighting in her condition would be useless. Anyone could take her on. The pups would die before they were born. Amy didn't have to fight though. Thinking she knew she could go into hiding. She knew how to hide her trails, make it difficult to be found. Besides, she never traveled exactly the same way twice, doing her best to look for loners to trade with.
Shaking her head she spat in his direction. He was so exposed, nothing more than dirt. Removing him would be easy. She didn't dare to attack though. Not when she was so far along. Growling she looked back, barking at the others to hurry up. She rushed down the trail, not spending a single glance more on him. She wasn't going to be driven off. She wouldn't be killed. If they challenged her, fine. She could protect her own, and she would make sure that they were taken care of. She had enough connections for that.
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