Gyrfalcon's Keep nine phantom dragons

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Her ears switched to the remark, finding that while she did agree that it was good to have little company here, the nature of the other's presence here negated this for her. She stared and stood still to listen, almost needing to bite back a short laugh -- ah, so this was another pack beast feeling.. dismayed about such a standing. Amekaze knew that her decision to stay alone all winter had not been made in poor choice.

I could not say from any experience as I only know the Ridge from the outside, but I would not doubt it. You speak like it is an issue, she remarked nonchalantly with a roll of her shoulders, then ghosted closer with a loose walk. The Ridge was an interesting thing to her and more so than any other had managed to be. She was most allured by the prospect of still maintaining some of her freedoms while gleaning the benefits of a pack, yet others seemed more perturbed by this. Not that she fancied it enough to pledge herself just yet, though.

She arced a circling path around the other, greedily getting a full, good look at her as she awaited an answer. The scent of the Ridge was more faded than she had originally realized and the more she looked at her, the more Ame questioned what precisely this canine's heritage was.