Greatwater Lake artistic anarchy

Amekaze was well-aware that a scrutinizing eye paired with an otherwise confident expression could prove to be unnerving to some. He did seem somewhat nervous already, but her intentions were not to be aggressive here.. unless otherwise provoke. If anything, loners (when away from her mountain) were the wolves she preferred to meet since rarely they were the source of trouble. Pack wolves with their relations and implications were sometimes more trouble than they were worth.

"No, you are not.." she replied, standing relaxed then with her keen eyes still trained onto him. She withheld a growing smirk, as was only natural for her. Since there was only so much she could tell from looking at him, there was still plenty to find out. "The better question seems to be if I am intruding on you. You do look rather.. anxious," her tail swayed a slow rhythm and she sought to meet his amber eyes readily. Not much flustered her these days, but she was looking to keep her interests occupied for a while, not feel overly perturbed. She tilted her head at him. "So am I interrupting something?" she smirked. He did look like he had just been walked in on, standing there with his head ducked.