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The snort brought another small smile from Amy. It was pretty ridiculous. She should have bee able to handle a bunch of moody wolves without getting such an injury. They shouldn't have decided to take such offense to her actions. She had just been entertaining herself. Well, Kohaku was a beautiful work of revenge, but that was something else entirely. It had nothing to do with the pack. Kohaku had become hers from before then.
His words were logical. Amy nodded her head, glancing off. It's a shame they're so feral. I can't even trade with them, since they don't use half the items I offer. That, and they seemed to hate her. When she had approached them for trade she'd been chased off, marking them as available for her darker exploits. Taking a seat Amy sighed. It's gonna make life difficult. Living as a loner meant that such injures complicated everything. She would have to work twice as hard to get food and remain safe. She wouldn't be able to leave home for a while.
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