The Sunspire the next generation

Even she had been a fleeting presence on the mountain, but swept down from the slopes with a smooth stride and zeroed in on the stranger the moment she had scented him. Her intial path had been outward, perhaps for a hunt in the flatlands, but derailing for him seemed worthwhile enough. Visitors were rare, and met with the appropriate skepticism -- especially in these muggy days of the waning spring. When the aura already seemed so dissonant here, she felt herself almost waiting for something to be a catalyst.

She drew up her height and came directly to him. Sturdy yet graceful, mountainside confidence was something she had a surplus of (lifted tail and all); Amekaze readily took in his scents while circling around him once. She was plenty curious, especially when he smelled of nothing in particular and there was always enough to learn.

Then, settling at his head with her ears pressed forward, the question was surely one he'd anticipate: "Need something?"