[Ammy cannot read. She also doesn't have her journal with her, and thus she can't hear the warnings ( Read more... )

[Ammy is out and about in the middle of the village. She seems to be pacing anxiously. Tiny growls and whines escape every now and then, the fur on her neck is standing a little, and her tail is either straight out behind her or lashing side to side with barely contained adrenaline. She hates waiting. She'd rather jump in and take care of ( Read more... )