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Emmanuelle Brenna

Word Count - 775 :: tl;dr she killed a moose in a clear area to the left of a small standing of trees, moose was previously injured and ems got hit in the right shoulder with a hoof.


Hot, steamy puffs of breath were all that left the youths maw as she traveled quickly and silently over the landscape, eyes darting all over the place, trying to locate movement. Pausing for a moment she looked around, ears perked so she could listen intently for any movement.. An odd out of beat crunching was heard to her left, and she turned her head in that direction, her nose dipping low to the ground to investigate for any type of scent. The smell of moose quickly filled her nose and her tail wagged in delight, this was perfect. Lifting her head and nose high, she quickly determined she was downwind from the animal and she pushed herself down, body nearly flat against the stark white ground. The youth silently entered a clustering of trees to her left, carefully placing her paws so she wouldn't break any twigs and make sound carelessly. There was something wrong with the way the moose was traveling, the sound from it's walking seemed off somehow, so she crept closer through the underbrush to investigate.


Silently she inched closer until the moose was in sight, and the injury became clear. The moose moaned loudly as it took another step, it's injured leg not taking any weight of the large animal. Emmanuelle looked it over, trying to determine all injuries, broken legs just didn't happen that often unless it had fallen through a hole in the snow or something along the lines of that. The moose reeked with blood, old and new. It had many cuts on its flanks, some appearing to be jaw marks and claw marks from an unknown assailant. Maybe another canine like herself had come across it and had high confidence in themselves, but grew bored once the animal proved how strong it was. It didn't matter now, it appeared that this animal wasn't going anywhere quickly and the previous attack had weakened it effectively, so she was going to go for it.


The injured moose started to pick it's way precariously through the underbrush, not putting any weight on it's leg and breathing heavily from the pain, so she began following it, her scent masked as the stench of blood overwhelmed all smell. The animal ahead of her tripped, and for a few moments his front half was lowered to the ground while his back half stayed upright. Emmanuelle was no fool, she took this chance to propel herself forward as silently as she could, darting underneath the animal and snapping at it's throat, getting a few good cuts and rips in before the animal truly realize what was happened. Startled, it got back on its feet and turned to face her as she darted away, growling and snapping at the injured moose, blood pouring down from the injuries she had caused on it's throat. A few of them were no more then surface wounds, but as she licked her maw and watched the animal start to back up, looking for an escape route she noticed the blood bubbling and running down it's throat in thick streams and smiled as she noted the deepness of the wound.


If she just left it alone it would surely die in an hours time, but she didn't feel like sitting by and idly watching, no, she was in the mood to kill. Steadying herself she watched the animal as she began to shift into secui form, the urgency of the situation making the shift quick and within a few minutes she was in her most powerful form, and she let out a terrible growl to let the creature know his days were numbered. The moose, obviously startled by the transformation started to crash away through the underbrush, moaning in pain as he was forced to use his broken leg. Once out of the small standing of trees and in open space, he tripped once again in his frenzy of pain and fear and he went down, leg truly broken this time, snapped in half as he had landed on it. The moose gave a great bellow of pain and tried to get back up, but to no avail. Emmanuelle took this chance and rushed in, ripping at his throat and as his life was ending, she was so concentrated on the task at hand she did not notice the hoof heading her way.


It hit her in the side with a force that was unexpected for a dying animal, but one that she could handle all the same. As the animal lay dead, finally, she backed away and sat down, licking at her tender shoulder where the hoof had landed.



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Word Count :: +000

It was the smell of blood that roused Amy from her nap in the wagon. Unwilling to allow Raoth to steer the wagon after getting them both lost Amy had tied the horse to a nearby tree and chained the slave a fair distance away by a stream of water so he could wash his wounds and get something to drink. She didn't want them to get infected, after all. If he couldn't use his legs she would have to kill him, his worth spent. He didn't exactly have a lovely singing voice, after all.


Stumbling down Amy worked her way towards the blood, still half asleep. She remembered to bring her weapons, relying more heavily on her bow to defend herself than her sword now. A bow, throwing knives, darts, and poisons were her arsenal at the moment. Reaching the clearing Amy looked at a large coyote. Well, she looked large, but was probably just shifted into secui form. Amy glanced at the large moose with interest, her belly suddenly clamoring with immense hunger.

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Emmanuelle Brenna

Word Count - 350 :: meow.


Blood dripped from the muzzle of Emmanuelle, the red liquid painting her pelt rather gruesome, she didn't realize an animal this large would bleed so much but as she looked at the rather large blood pool on the ground she realized this was true. An ear shifted automatically to the sound of approaching steps and her head soon followed suit, gazing upon a pale Luperci with blonde hair in a pony tail. Normally Emmanuelle would be enthusiastic and welcoming when another was near as this was her nature, but seeing as she had a large kill in front of her she knew exactly what the other came for and she wasn't about to just give her kill away to anything without a fair exchange.


The rust-streaked canine rose onto all fours and put herself in front of her kill, baring her teeth and growling at the other, noticing as she came closer that she was armed to the teeth with a variety of weapons. Oh great, the youth thought to herself. All she had was claws and teeth to defend herself at the moment, and while they were effective she wasn't sure how well she would fare against ranged weapons, such as the bow the paler dog carried. " Why are you here? " She questioned lamely, knowing all to well the blood soaked carcass behind her was the reason this one had interest, but she wanted the other to verify that she wasn't her to attack Emmanuelle and steal her kill.


Raising her head, she pointed her nose at the woman in front of her and scented deeply, the smell of furs, herbs and horse rolling off the other. Herbs especially piqued her interest, she had taken an interest in trying to identify and use different plants for medicine and spices, but without much luck to her dismay. She hadn't come upon anybody who had extensive knowledge of plants, and if this one did... Glancing behind her at her kill then back to the female, she wondered if they could make a trade... As long as the other one was willing.



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The large coyote practically flew over the moose to place herself between Amy and the large kill. The drool forming in Amy's mouth wouldn't be very convincing for the coyote to lower her guard. It was all too clear that she was hungry, and in need of loads of food for her pups. Now this coyote thought she could stand between Amy and the kill and keep her from taking it. Well, it was rightfully her kill, and Amy wasn't at her strongest. She did have long range weapons though. That might finish off the brute before her, allowing her to happily have her feast.


Amy's ears raised in surprise at the foolish question. I do believe that's rather obvious. I have pups coming, and I need to eat. Of course, there's no need for us to fight. I'm sure we could come to terms both of us would agree to. That didn't mean that if the coyote refused she wouldn't happily shoot her pelt full of arrows before filling her stomach. It just meant that Amy felt the need to save her energy, and was willing to negotiate if it would allow her to do so.

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Emmanuelle Brenna

Word Count - 303 :: out of character text


The words that the other woman spoke did not surprise her, but none the less the look on her face was unsettling to Emmanuelle. She had a feeling deep in her gut regardless of what the pale dog spoke she would not hesitate to end the youth if it meant feeding herself. Snorting out a growl, she nodded in the others direction as confirmation then began to phase into Luperci form, to match the other for discussion. After a few minutes she was at her full height, and hands on her hips she shook out her long blonde hair that hung in ringlets down to her waist, sweeping her bangs out of her face.


" You smell of many different herbs and some poisions. " She said simply, gazing at Amy with mismatched eyes. " If you have the knowledge I seek and share it with me, as well as a lesson in Archery... I will give you and your coming kin food. " She continued, not pleased with her self for being so ill-prepared. No matter, once she was in clan lands again she would go straight to Vesper and ask whom could teach her fighting so one she was one better grounds the next time she was in this situation she could deal some damage.


Her eyes rested on the weapons the pale dog in front of her carried. She had nothing since coming to the land, maybe in exchange for the whole kill or or other hunting services the other could provide Emmanuelle with a dagger or point her in the direction of a trader that did have wares. Combing a furred hand through her hair she spoke once more. " By the way I am Emmanuelle Brenna. I figure if we are going to come to an agreement, might as well exchange names... Yours? "



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The look in the female's eyes told Amy that the coyote understood her position perfectly well. Amy would be getting food, whether or not the coyote agreed. Her eyes glistened as the coyote nodded agreement. There hadn't been much choice, but at least the female had been smart enough not to fight her. Amy watched her shift into optime form coldly, ready to strike her the moment she did anything threatening. Even above her hunger was the need to protect her pups, after all. Done shifting she stood before her, long blond curls framing her body. Amy's lips curled at the mess it made. Amy was much tidier than that. She always dressed for success, hair neatly tucked out of the way, dressed for any occasion.


The fool's attempt at bargaining had Amy barking with laughter. She really thought she could get a lesson on herbs and archery in exchange for a small bite? That wouldn't be happening. She looked the coyote in the eye, hearing her introduce the name. Amy Sunders. I teach you some things about herbs and a short lesson on archery and I get the entire moose. There was no way she was settling for less, considering how a little knowledge went a long way, and the moose probably wouldn't even last a couple days with her appetite.

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Emmanuelle Brenna

Word Count - 235 :: out of character text


Snorting once again as the other female spoke, she nodded her head in agreement. She supposed it would be fair, as she could hunt and the obviously alone pregnant female could not.. What she couldn't do for herself naturally she had weapons for. Looking up she held the others gaze for a few moments before speaking. " Alright, sounds good. Which first, herbs or archery? " She asked softly as she stepped out of the way of the moose awkwardly, wanting to go closer to the female but not wanting to end up full of arrows. " May I approach? "


As she waited for an answer, she took a few moments to look at there surroundings. She was sure in the spring there were bountiful plants, but at the moment all she saw was snow. Even though the other female seemed brutish, it was hard to knock down Emmanuelles youthful innocence and zest for life when she was intent on learning something. One of her favorite things to do was learn, and when she was by herself for so long that she had taught herself the finer points of hunting. One of the best things she had learned was to use her surroundings to her advantage, once she had dropped out of the branches onto a deers back and torn up the throat.


There were many, many ways to hunt. One of the things she was best at.



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OOC aloe vera plant, meadowsweet flowers, witch hazel plant, strips of willow bark, ginger

Word Count :: +000

Emmanuelle agreed without any argument. Amy lowered her bow, no longer feeling the need to kill someone who was willing to bargain. Her hands shifted to where her throwing knives were, better for close range. She had the poison darts as well, of course, but those would take time to kick in. Amy considered the question posed carefully, knowing that the one she picked could alter the treatment. Deciding that it would be better to teach her herbs before teaching the coyote how to kill from a distance Amy spoke up. Herbs. After I have some to eat. She nodded her head briskly at the other's request, satisfied at the respect shown.


Pulling out a throwing knife Amy dug into the moose, carefully cutting a large chunk out. Rapidly she devoured it, careful to avoid blood splatters on her clothes. It was slower moving than she would have liked, but she finished in a few short minutes. Licking her lips Amy pushed herself back up. Meeting the coyote's eyes Amy nodded. Follow me. She walked back to the wagon where Raoth was curled up by the bank, catching some shut eye after cleaning his wounds. Ignoring the runt's existence Amy pulled out the herbs that she had, laying them out. Pointing to them Amy decided to find out how much Emmanuelle already knew. What are these?

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Emmanuelle Brenna

Word Count - 524 :: out of character text


Emmanuelle watched Amy kneel down and cut off a piece of the moose she had killed, waiting patiently. A few minutes later the other woman motioned to her with her head to follow, and the same words soon followed suit. Without question she followed, both hands clasped behind her back as she trotted to catch up with the pale dog. A little ways away Amy led her to her wagon, and as Emmanuelle gazed around and took all of Amy's possessions she figured out that she must be a trader. She would ask about that after her lessons though, she got the feeling that Amy wasn't exactly the patient type. The other woman would probably do terribly at ice fishing if she had little patience. Emma's mottled tail flicked back and forth behind her as she watched the other womans actions carefully, taking every movement in.


Her eyes flicked up to the coyote laying in the back of the wagon, ears perked in curiosity. He either did not see her or did not know she was there due to the lack of acknowledgment. Now Emmanuelle was a social butterfly, but noting the chains and the wounds she figured she would just ignore the chained coyotes presence as Amy did, not wanting to know why he was like that or who had done that too him... She gulped quietly as her eyes fell on Amy's throwing knives, wondering if that was what had inflicted the wounds upon the other. Giving her head a brisk shake she cleared her thoughts and directed her eyes back to what Amy had laid out in front of her, an assortment of herbs. Ears flicked to meet Amy's question, and the younger female brought a single furred finger to her bottom lip in thought as her right hand remained clenched behind her.


A light-bulb went off in her head as she pointed to the green, spiny plant at the far right. " That one is an Aloe Vera plant. " She began, staring at the others carefully, she had seen the bark once before somewhere, as well as the flowers but knew neither of their names. She point to the strips of willow bark and the meadowsheet flowers and continued. " I have seen those two before as well, though I don't know what they are called. Unfortunately I am not aware what any of them do. " The youth admitted, ears pressed against her skull. Emmanuelle did not like having so little knowledge, but she contributed that to her age and the fact she had been alone for awhile. Mis-matched eyes flicked up to meet the pale dogs gaze as she waited for what the other was going to do next.


Mentally she went over other teachers in her head, knowing Amy was not at all willing to teach her any more then she needed too. The younger female had noted talk about a medic in the Inferni pack.. Maybe her next stop was back at her home lands for more lessons on herbology.. Granted the medic was more likely to give up information for less then the female in front of her.



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It appeared that Amy would be starting from scratch with this one. Inwardly she groaned as Emmanuelle only managed to name the aloe vera, vaguely knowing meadowsweet and willow bark, with no uses. Well, that was to be expected. Amy didn't exactly know much about healing arts, far more highly trained in poisons. Sighing Amy pointed to the aloe vera. This plant can be used to clean wounds and speed healing. Ingesting two leaves worth will make your victim sick. Three leaves will cause unconsciousness after illness, and four leaves will kill. Make sure the leaves chosen are full grown. For healing purposes, I suggest grinding it and adding water to form a paste to cover the wound. Amy picked up the bark next and passed it to the coyote. This is willow bark. It helps break fevers and soothes pain. It can be chewed or drunk. Her hand moved to the pot of identified flowers, touching them softly. This is meadowsweet. Also used to take down pain, and works to battle infection.


The last two plants, with no background knowledge of them would be harder to impress into her pupil's mind. Carefully she picked up the witch hazel. This plant is used for inflammations. It can be applied directly on the wound or swallowed. The last one is ginger, used to calm upset stomachs. Very useful for pregnant wolves and canines battling illness. With the healing plants explained Amy moved on to her more deadly repertoire. Of course, knowing plants has two sides to it. Some of them heal, others kills. Some, like aloe vera, are a double edged sword. Amy smiled happily, warming up to her subject. Death always cheered her up. Yarrow, a sweet smelling plant that is deadly when eaten. Can be used as a spice in the food to deliver to your victim. Lily bulbs. A delightful treat which will cause your victim to bloat and die. Holly berries are good for knocking out your victim, and hemlock added in small doses can kill without ever being traced. She eyed the coyote carefully, wondering if she was taking in the knowledge Amy was granting her.

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#11
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Emmanuelle Brenna

Word Count - 551 :: they could chat for a few moments about trading and maybe make the lynx kitten order then move on to archery, or the other way around. whichever. Smile


Emma watched the female in front of her intently as she motioned to the spiny plant that the younger female had been able to identify and explained its uses. She was very interested in how ingesting the leaves could kill someone, that knowledge would be handy to her later in life if she decided to take a different route then the one she already had planned. The bark Emma had seen before but hadn't identified was passed to her, and she held it with upmost care, raising it up to her face for a better look, inhaling deeply to forever etch the information she was being given in her mind. Mismatched eyes followed Amy's hand as it strayed to a pot of flowers, apparently healing. The other two plants were identified and the uses were known to her now. Her tail swayed back and forth behind her, Emma quite pleased with what Amy had bestowed on her, knowledge was a powerful thing and she was gaining quite a bit of it.


Watching curiously, Amy moved onto a set of plants which she hadn't asked Emma to identify yet, which was good because the younger female didn't have a damn clue about poisons or the like. Ears pressed against her skull and her eyes widened as the pale dog explained all of their uses, each one more horrible then the last. After Amy was done speaking Emma noticed that she eyed her, and Emma gulped and nodded. " I understand.. Those last plants sound horrible! Especially Lily bulbs, whomever goes out that way I pity.. " The female said quietly, eying the plants Amy had laid out. Inside her head she went over their uses once more, Aloe vera was a wound cleaner and sped up healing, but could also be used to inflict sickness and death, double edged sword that was for sure. Willow bark, breaking fevers and soothing pain, right. Meadowsweet, pain reliever and used to battle infection, check. Ginger used to soothe upset stomachs and sick canines. Witch hazel was an anti-inflammatory and could be taken orally or topically.


The poisons however, would be information left at the back of her mind. She was still young and didn't really have uses for killing others yet, no enemies made in her short year that she could think of. The female was smart enough not to use it to take down prey, as it would poison the meat that she either ate or sold. Probably would damage the pelts to some extent as well. Firmly nodding her head, she knew that she would remember what Amy had taught her for as long as her mind was sharp, Emma wasn't one to simply let valuable knowledge slip away, especially when she was an aspiring herbalist. Taking the moment of silence to look around, she decided to ask a question, if it was true Amy may be a valuable contact. " Are you a trader? You sure do have a lot of things to be just hauling your own stuff around. " The female asked quietly, looking at the other female curiously. A trader she had established a relationship with may be a valuable thing to her pack, especially one that traveled, or so she assumed to do the horse pulling the wagon in front of her.


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The coyote she was teaching turned fearful as Amy described the poisons and what they would do. Well, she shouldn't have expected much from the girl, still so young. The knowledge would probably be forgotten. It didn't matter to her, as Amy had ways to fight against the poisons, knowing how to mix them delicately, detect their presence, and even having built a resistance to hemlock by consuming a very small amount of it once every two days. She watched Emmanuelle press the knowledge into her mind, examining each plant again.


As soon as the coyote looked away from the plants Amy scooped them back up, returning them to the wagon for storage. Turning back to face the female she watched Emmanuelle eye her supplies warily. She wouldn't let the coyote steal anything, with the breed rather notorious for doing such things. The question had Amy smiling. So she was looking for a trader. Yes. I travel everywhere, and can deliver anything you request, from the mundane to the unusual to the deadly. She drew herself up proudly before pulling out another bow and giving it to Emmanuelle. Ready for your lesson?

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Emmanuelle Brenna

Word Count - 316 :: ooc here


Emma's question had Amy actually crack a smile, aha, so that was what the the dog was all about. Trading. Well, this could be very beneficial. The russet-streaked female had plans for trying to adopt a pair of lynx kittens for hunting partners, it was her intention to train the pair to go after mink and rabbits for the fur, felines were intelligent and she was sure she could train them to kill with a soft mouth, so there would be no marring of the precious furs. Her mind wandered to things she would have to make in payment, and she felt excitement rising in her core at the chance to practice out certain skills and what have you.


A toothy grin settled on her face as the other female rose to her feet proudly, passing a bow to her and asking if she was ready for her lesson. Damn rights she was! Today had been a great day so far, poisons, healing plants and now Archery. She felt it was a successful barter, though if she was dealing with an experienced trader she probably was cheated in some way, although the shifted female didn't mind.


She walked a little ways away from the wagon, looking for suitable targets. Her inexperienced showed, not sure what to look for target wise. Turning back to Amy she dipped her head in conformation, ready to learn. " Where do we start? " The words came from her lips with enthusiasm as another toothy grin settled over her mottled muzzle. An afternoon breeze flitted through the branches, ruffling Emmas fur and long blonde hair, her mis matched eyes glinting in the sunlight as she looked around, worried. After a few moments the breeze let up, dispelling any worries that her lesson was going to interrupted or affected by mother nature. She knew little, but breeze would knock any arrows shot off course.



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Amy snickered slightly as the coyote held the bow so clumsily. It was amusing to see the inexperience. Amy could so easily just stab her in the back and kill her. Even someone coming with a sword from the distance could easily damage the unprotected female. She straightened her expression, stepping over. Amy shifted her grip on the bow so that it was more secure, helping her aim. An arrow was passed, and Amy helped her fit it into the bow.


Stepping back she nodded her head. Good. Now hold your arms like that. It might ache a little from not being used to it, but slipping out of this while using a bow can result in some painful accidents. Amy looked over the coyote again, making sure that her instructions were being followed. Satisfied that she was doing well enough holding the bow Amy slowly walked over to a tree. She struck her knives into it, creating a ring. Pull back the arrow until it's by your cheek. Then release. Make sure you point where you want it to hit. She stepped back wearily, taking a seat. Amy wished the moose was closer, still hungry.

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Emmanuelle Brenna

Word Count - 509 :: ooc here


Emma let herself be molded the way Amy wanted her to stand, shifting her grip so that the bow felt secure in her arms. An arrow was fitted in the bow, and her arms began to tremble lightly from the strain of pulling and holding it to her cheek, but her ears flattened and her brows furrowed in determination. The dog walked over to a nearby tree and created a ring in which she assumed the point was hit the middle. Eying the middle of the ring, she pointed the bow and arrow carefully, then released the arrow. It zipped through the air, making a loud thunk where it hit. Lowering the bow, she stepped forward to see where it had landed. It was in the ring, but definitely not in the middle. It was almost touching one of the bordering knives. Snorting at her failure in disgust, she marched toward the tree, grasping at the head and carefully withdrew it from the tree, making sure the arrow was not harmed in the process.


Making note of the mark, she walked back to her previous spot and assumed the stance that Amy had taught her, fitting the bow with the arrow and drawing it back tightly against her cheek. Her mouth was set in a grim line as she focused all of her energy into the proper stance and power as she let the arrow fly once again, it thunking into the ring more solidly. Trotting back to the tree, she saw where it had hit and smiled. It was more near the middle this time. Looking at Amy for approval, she removed it and went back to her spot for the third try. She shot it more quickly this time, hitting her mark square in the middle. It was probably beginners luck, so she didn't think much of it as she went back to the tree and removed the arrow once more. Walking over to Amy, she handed the pale dog the bow and arrow back.


Moving herself a few feet back as to not smother the other woman, she let her hands clasp together behind her back again, looking upon the dog in front of her. " So you mentioned earlier that you could deliver things, even if they were unusual.. " The russet-streaked youth began, bringing a furred finger to her bottom lip in thought. " How long would it take you to find a pair of lynx cubs? One female, one male. And more importantly, what would you expect in payment? I have leather working skills, woodworking skills and hunting skills. " Her tone was full of thought, Amy could be extremely valuable to their pack, though she would not mention the possibility of setting up a meeting between her leader and Amy just yet, not until she had an audience with him and got everything confirmed.


She smiled to herself, pleased with her thoughts. Amy had brightened up so much at the mention of trading, if everything went through Emma was sure this would be please her even more, and if her clan leader did not wish to have such relationships, then she would have ample things made for payment.



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Amy watched Emmanuelle shoot at the target she'd made patiently. The first shot almost completely missed the ring, but it was an impressive shot for the first time using a bow. Her ears raised as she focused her attention on the female before her. The coyote mimicked the pose Amy had shown to her almost perfectly, improving. Amy was starting to feel like she'd taken for a fool when the last arrow hit almost in the center. Perhaps this female really was an archer, pretending to need the knowledge in order to give Amy charity.


Angry she crossed her arms, eying her suspiciously now. There was beginner's luck, but that was more than that. The way she'd moved with the bow showed true talent. She snatched the bow and arrow back, grumbling about the moose not being worth this much trouble. Sighing she put it away, turning to hear a request for trade. Her tail wagged behind her, ready to listen. The request wasn't anything unusual, having filled out such a request before. Ponderously she considered what she would take in return for the pair of lynx kittens. Two sets of bracers, a cloak tanned to keep out rain, more fresh meat, and a promise of a favor granted in return.

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Emmanuelle Brenna

Word Count - 322 :: hope it's okay that i ended this thread! Smile feel free to post once more or don't, next time you go into chat we'll decide on weather to archive it.


The youth listened to what the dog had to say, ever attentive to her words. Nodding in satisfaction, she let a smile grace her muzzle. Those seemed like agreeable terms, fair for her hunting cat pair. " Alright, I can do those things. I belong to the Inferni pack, in fact we are not far. When you have the two kittens ready, come to my pack borders. " She began, letting an amused snort out before she continued. " You can't miss it, it's bordered with skulls. Howl for me and I will come with everything you requested ready. Please do not trespass, we take that very seriously. I look forward to seeing you in a few weeks. " The female finished, estimating that it would be indeed a few weeks until the trader found and delivered what she requested, she rubbed her hands together with excitement at the thought at raising her new hunting partners.


They would be perfect for her leather making trade, and in the mean time she would make everything Amy requested, maybe even line the hood of the cloak of rabbit fur for a luxurious feel, maybe the whole clock could be fur lined. Not the bracers though, that would defeat the purpose she thought. Shooting a bright smile at the trader, she lifted a hand to wave at the other while she walked towards the dampwoods, a portion of which lie in Inferni territory itself. The huntress had lots to do, and she might as well start gathering the pelts she needed to make the cloak and the fur as well. The mottled coywolf began to jog into the treeline, shifting into lupus form and taking off as soon as she had cover.


Big paws hit the ground lightly as she ran through the bush silently, employing her hunting skills flawlessly as soon as she was on the ground on all fours, it was just something that came naturally to her.



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The coyote rapidly transformed in their discussion of what they would be trading. Amy listened to the firm way she spoke, growling at the superior undertone. I am not some ignorant pup, girl. I can find you when the time comes. Don't act so cocky. She met Emmanuelle's eyes for a few heartbeats before the coyote broke away, returning to the forest. Amy watched her disappear with distaste. A customer was a customer though. Sighing she turned to Raoth. Get up. I need you to bring me a moose. Raoth looked at her in surprise, moaning in protest. Cutting his tongue out really had been a good idea, preventing so much complaining. Amy jerked on the chain, and Raoth stumbled back onto his bleeding feet. She brought him over to where the moose carcass was, and he helped her bring it back to the wagon. Allowed to return to cleaning his feet Raoth removed the stones that had gotten in his wounds from the short trip. Amy paused before the moose for a few minutes, studying it's majesty, before diving into it, devouring as much as she could. This was good. This would satisfy and care for her children.


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