Greatwater Lake artistic anarchy

Indeed, her focus was spread thin. She was carefully taking in the scenery as she was often prone to do -- down to its innermost details, and always hungry to learn more. The subtle thrum of the springtime in the landscape did interest her most of all, and she admittedly let herself be distracted by the smell of new plant growth and the warm sight of greenery.. after a long season of cold and dreariness.

Only when the winds whispered of a nearby wolf scent did she begin to pull her attention from the inanimate towards the wolf just in her path. While she had not anticipated seeing him there, so nearby, too, her expression was masked carefully. Her ears swung forward curiously and she lifted up her muzzle to take in a good, long look at him as she slowed to a loose walk. He continued drinking, so, she offered a soft chuff.

She paused a few paces away from him, and held herself calmly confident despite having possibly intruded onto his space. Since he did not smell of a pack she knew, or even any other wolf groups in particular, she was interesting in playing out an encounter -- for better or for worse. Amekaze watched him keenly.