Dawnlark Plains the twisted mouth

-bounds in-

From foxes to mud monster to everything in between, Nochtli couldn't say she wasn't amusing herself. Keeping busy was easy, especially for the scout who wandered and roamed far and wide once she knew Citali or Manauia was around the Amazon Prince. If it was her place to stay near him, then she did not stray. 

Today was not that day. 

And yet, she didn't go as far today, merely staying in direct view of the ridge Tezcacoatl planned on claiming. This was not surprising as her travels and directions were fairly erratic, heading in whatever direction pleased her that day. At some point, she would fancy herself a trip to the sea but for now, she hunted a curious scent, one she didn't often come across; Fresh earth.

Eventually, the dark Amazon with burning eyes found the source, her eyes flickering from the earth to his dirtied feet to his purposeful, methodical work. Curious. Ears pitching forward, she watched for a few moments, wondering. It wasn't often you found wolves digging like this unless to build a cache. Perhaps that's what it was. What an odd place for one.  

"Need help?" She quipped, though the distance between them was not yet closed.