Word Count → 000 :: Amherst, October 13
Cradling her arm Amy moved through the territory. She had moved into her home swiftly after being injured, barricading up so she would have the time to heal. There was just one problem. She needed a healer, a real one. Her plans for revenge were already being set in motion, but right now she needed her arm fixed or she might not be well enough to enjoy the fruits of it. At least she had been able to make a decent sling, absorbing some of the pain.
Stopping Amy studied the pack before her. She wasn't close enough to the borders to have it strike her, but she knew where the pack started. She made it a point to trade with the pack, enjoying their strong familial bonds with each other. Lifting her head she howled for Saul. The pack leader owed her a favor, and it was time for her to collect on it. She knew that he was a healer, and this would be enough to pay his debt. It was a shame she had to use it in this manner. Other actions might have been more useful. She didn't have a choice anymore however, and would do what she had to.
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