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Amy continued down from where she had stopped by the pack. Trade hadn't been fantastic there, though she had come across a couple loners and traded them the horses in exchange for an actual mirror and a few bottles of wine. Humming she clicked softly to her horse, getting it to pick up the pace. A small sound came from the back, probably Raoth choking on his chains when the wagon picked up speed without him suspecting it. She smiled softly. Cutting out his tongue had been a rash move, making him good for very little, but it had helped her control him at a time when it was difficult to do so. She had the enjoyment of watching him struggle to communicate as well now.
Pulling along a pack border Amy looked along it. She had traded with members before and had good results. Perhaps she would get an even greater trade this time. Lifting her head Amy howled, a deep call that reverberated through the trees. There was no mistaking it for anything other than what it was, the call of a trader with things to give. Ruffling through her wagon Amy picked out a couple small items for the pack's leader. It would be good for her to give something as an incentive to make the bonds with her as a trader. Anathema would benefit too, of course.
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