Moonspear when people become numbers

On the backend of this bitter wintertime, it was getting easier to range about and cover ground on the mountainside. She still tended towards the lower reaches, on her hunts and patrols alike since many of her favorite pathways further up were covered in snow and ice yet, but it was easing back bit by bit. Time, and good sunshine, would help.

But she still found a lull in her motion on a quiet swatch of mountain, and stole pause somewhere just above the eastern borderlands to consider whether she was hungry enough to eat yet or not. Consensus said.. she wasn't, skies overhead were all clear, and restlessness quickly disagreed with anything less than moving. Her tail lashed and she moved on again with a slow slink, unknowingly pivoting closer to the trail looking to align with hers.

Unknowingly, at least, only for a short while more. Amekaze's ears pulled forward towards the sound of paws.