The Sunspire the next generation

His name didn't mean anything in particular to her, and much else about him seemed to be in the ballpark of regular, too. Amekaze's ears switched at his phrasing, though, although she remained largely unperturbed. "It does," she answered with a nod. "The Sunspire," she gestured, then watched the fly circle his muzzle -- she hadn't thought he smelled particularly rotten from here. Then again, the muggy days were making it awfully buggy sometimes. "Are you just a traveler?" Or was he looking for something? Information? A pack? A someone? Or was there something wrong with him in some way? Ame usually wasn't really one to jump to that conclusion. She appreciated, and perhaps admired, a well-rounded nomad. Whether or not he was one remained to be seen. Despite a watchful eye, he had only given her so much.