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It was time to return to Salsola. She had laden her wagon with various luxurious items, knowing that the leader she had spoken with would like them. Golden jewelry with large encrusted jewels, soft fur pelts including those of canines that she had been given, heavily scented spices for flavor and scent. They could be used for healing as well, but that wasn't the reason behind her choices this time.


Some more practical items were available as well, a rabbit from her collection that had reached maturity. The rabbits were happily reproducing, much to her joy, so this one could be killed, either for it's pelt or meat. Weapons were available of course, as well as her aloe vera plant and a couple other miscellaneous items that might be of use. Traveling along Amy clicked softly to her horse, asking it to pick up the pace.


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Aika gave a look at the goods she carried, various metallic items clanged and clashed inside the wagon such as knives and beautifully crafted swords that were worth of admiration, several pieces of jewelry that shined with all the colors of the rainbow and hand-made clothes designed to fit the humanoid anatomy of the Luperci. The dark hybrid smiled as her eyes met the view of the small jars that contained different kinds of venoms and spices that were her personal pride, it was just a matter of time for the trader to find a place where she could make her small business grow.

The dark hybrid turned her eyes toward the loyal beast that made the hard task of pulling the heavy wagon, always walking behind his owner. Where are we going next? She asked herself looking up at the sky, a small smile crossed her lips at the thought of the possibilities of each new day.

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The clink of a wagon other than her own caught Amy's attention. As viciously possessive as she was of her trading route lips pulled back, revealing fangs. It was bad enough competing with a pack that specialized in trade, one she took every opportunity to slander and prove herself better than. To compete with other traveling merchants was almost painful. Immediately she turned the horse's head, guiding her towards the source. She would be seeing about this intrusion on her peaceful day. Salsola had proven itself fruitful, she wasn't going to lose it to some upstart.

Soon enough a black wolf appeared, leading a wagon. The horse beside her snorted in surprise, ears flicking up. A sharp rap to it's side had the horse dropping down again, obediently continuing to travel. She let out a loud bark, demanding the other's attention. Her form was tall, dominating in it's air. She was an alpha, and no one would question this fact. Picking up her prickly mood the horse stiffened slightly. She didn't have any slaves at the moment, so even the smallest mistakes by the steed were used as opportunities to work out her anger.


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