Since her interest in patrolling the borders was a bored lukewarm at best, she'd left them to be handled by the guys today instead and aimed herself upward. Now that spring's hints were more and more clear, she couldn't deny herself learning the uppermost elevations even better. Even she, someone who did like the pinnacles and the dizzying heights, had somewhat stayed away considering the wintertime; she'd go up, but not that far up very often.

Elevation thinned the air more as she hiked steadily up and up towards the highest peaks she did know the paths of. Eventually, she planned to deviate and just see where else the mountain would even let her go without much resistance. As the landscape dictated, she was ever-mindful of just where her paws may find purchase and the more she traveled, the more she reveled in the distinct burn in her muscles from navigating the terrains here beneath the rising sun. That made the trip worthwhile in one way already.

So for a while, she picked along until Wildfire's scent lingering on the stone pathways caught her off guard. She opted to casually track it, just feeling nosy enough to see where the yearling had been up here. It eventually lends her a strengthening lead onto a curious little piece of the mountain, with Wildfire included.

Ame chuffs a quiet greeting to the red hunter and considers briefly if she may be intruding on something more than just rest (what that could be, she couldn't say), but her focus is drawn to the tree as her paws pull her closer.

Wildfire's greeting was simple, and she peered back at her now instead of at the tree once she'd seen enough of it for introductions. Its placement was what she admired most of all, but spring would improve the scene tenfold. "Definitely," she agreed with a small nod. "I am ready to see spring on the mountain," she added on and her reasons were vast. It would be Moonspear's very first spring as a pack, for one.

While her words may have felt almost wistful, she watched Wildfire curiously. She's not perfectly keyed into all of the happenings lately -- only vaguely aware because she's distracted and busy being her own brand of reclusive while simultaneously worrying about her comrades and how they all fared with everything happening at once. With the bear, then Nishu's injuries and consequential death, vibes have not been good to her personally and it's a lot to keep track of when others are all spinning their own tales too. She's frustrated and realizes it is a little shitty, but she doesn't know quite how to reach out to them yet. "Do you spend much time here?" she asked in an attempt to feel this out some by keeping it neutral, and hopefully easy.

Wildfire agreed, and explanations followed soon after. While everything she said seemed oh-so-normal, she thought maybe she seemed a touch more chilled than usual. Wildfire was a presence marked by an intelligent exuberance, something Amekaze admired in the yearling, and today it seemed dulled. Of course, the dark alpha was not exceptionally close to her, had only just come upon her (possibly interrupting, which was a decent reason to be a little sour), and even a bad day could put a wolf off. She'd been there in her own way. But.. she wondered.

"Ah, probably so. I always thought the thin air was why my honored mother swore by her mountaintop meditations," she smirked, momentarily reflecting on it. Something about depriving the body of air, or really making it work for what it could have, seemed to have that effect. Amekaze couldn't explain it necessarily, but she had grown up to enjoy the sensations too. "I ask because while I do not know.. this spot in particular before now, I notice so few coming up very high yet." That and there was a lot of delicate ground to cover up here. She was still working on it herself. Of course, winter was a good enough reason for them not to really pay the peaks much mind if they had a lesser interest in it than her. She knew several of them were not born mountaineers and even Wildfire cited clumsiness, so maybe that was why.

She'd not appreciated the mountaintop meditations to the lengths her mother did, and presumably, she just wasn't as good at it as her. Amekaze had moved quite a ways away from it these days, from the traditions to the language she'd taken from her dam, and wondered if she may circle back one day when her interests weren't pulling her other directions.

Wildfire did go on to express her want of privacy, which canted her head subtly. While she disarmed the notion in almost the next breath, Ame wanted her to know she could shoo her aside if she wanted; she'd find no offense because if anyone understood the need for privacy, it was her: a professional, lifelong introvert. "Understandable. I did worry I interrupted something of that sort.." Because it had been a logical thing to suspect, after all. "You know I would find no offense if you wanted your privacy back," she added lightly, although meant it honestly.

"Ah, well. It is.. something that can be done many ways, and differs by individuals who all find their clarity and focus different ways. Sometimes it  needs a certain place or a particular pose, sometimes just counting breaths and silence is enough to find the vibe meditation seeks, others something else entirely.." she fanned back her ears as the explanation could have even continued on when even that seemed like so much, and so vague that it probably did not answer anything. She was never that good at it, let alone trying to relay the tactics of it she recalled from days long behind her.