There was little keeping the girl in line when the ridge pack was concerned. She was adrift in a sea of her own thoughts, her own plots. Her spidery limbs took her out of the bramble-infested forest, where the ocean breathed thick sighs across the boughs; something Bayou was not accustomed to.
She sought out the forest first. The place where her black body had once roosted prior to being discovered by the pack's leader; and from that point her route forked northward. The spider sought out the river's edge, where she sat looming over an inky, messy reflection. Her lip curled at the sight of it.
"All legs," her mother used to remark to her, "Built like a spider, that one."
Narrow snout with shining teeth, which when exposed showed an array of tangled fur and meat still caught in the scissor-grip. Bayou's tongue snaked out and picked at these morsels, gathering them in a lump upon her tongue, and then swallowing.
Her belly had grown full as she pilfered through the caches.
But still, the spider's body did not appear strong or able. It was all hard edges and sharp contours; curving ribs and pointed hips. The girl flashed a sharp eyed glare at herself as she stood, stretched, and carried on her way - following the edge of the river, albeit without turning to stare at herself any longer.
The shadow wandered lazily, her body sulking low.
In spring's steady approach, she found herself growing anxious for its full arrival. She yearned for the humid, balmy evenings with the skies streaked in tendrils of lightning. Just the thought alone, the memory of the electricity of a storm, prickled her skin. She missed it so dearly, and these slowly warming, teasing days played her along to amplify the desire.
So, today, she had descended from the falcon mountain and headed for the river -- perhaps to fish, or scavenge. Ame did not come with true purpose in mind.
When she met its banks, she did not pause until her ankles were wet. Ame paused for a long, deep drink then resumed her momentum. From there, she traveled up its curves, just out of reach of the real current but deep enough in to let the cold waters dampen her belly as it splashed off her steps.
Ame roved until motion caught her eye. On the edge itself, a dark streak of existence. She narrowed her eyes, her muzzle raised curiously to regard the other: a strange-looking beast of deep, pitch fur and a low-slung creeping gait that fleetingly inspired something dark in the pit of Ame's stomach.. With so much about this creature screeching "off" to her, she was torn in several directions for a first impression so far.
She loomed closer and approached with a silent stare, but stayed where her paws could stay wet. What was this being, and how had it come to be this way?
However, her investigations would go no further. She spared the small wolf another lingering glance and decided to be on her way, off to resume her hunt or something otherwise useful. Amekaze would not force an interaction between them. Not right now. She lowered her muzzle towards the river's water and trudged onward, away..
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i want to bleed in the 「r a i n」