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Making her way up the hill, Amy trekked onward to Summer's encampment. The witches's cove, or nest. It didnt really matter to her though, the pebbles beaneath her boots crunched like bubble wrap. The trek wasen't a long one, perhaps strenuous to her legs. A work out never hurt anyone, and Amy wasent out og shape just unprepared. Perhaps she was going to find Pandora's box, or something better than what was at her post. Cleaning bear traps had left Amy's fingers warm and caked in fluids that were not her own. She was careful not to touch any mucus points while her hands remained soiled.

[color=0054a6]"I dont really like animals, specifically dogs. Horses are fine, we use them and we get use to how they work. Dogs, I think they are annoying and I hate how everyone has one. I saw that one dog that got messed up by the bear and thought about how much we wasted to save it. Also bringing back a baby bear, I must be fucked. Then there is you, staring at me all the time - I dont like it at all. I'm tired of being judged, especially by someone I dont know.  By someone who talks to animals, you're kinda silly."[/color]

Her words rolled off her tongue with a tone of anger and disgust. The cigarette that was pressing up against her left helix and temple appeared a bit worn out. Despite it's condition she put the bland tobacco stick in her mouth as it idly hung out the corner of her mouth. Hands buried deep in her pockets and a half grin growing across her face.

Something interesting was bound to bloom.[/center]