Whitefish River purple thorns

She ripped at the scales and picked apart the cool meats below. With her nails dug onto the side of it, she worked the prey item over slowly, mulling over her next trail as she did so. There was always further down the river, which would only take her to the sea soon enough. However, she had no business that way. It would be wisest for her to trek nearer to the mountain, so to not indulge in the wanderings again so soon.

Sometime a few bites into her snack, she swiveled an ear. First, came the subtle sounds of an approach -- difficult to distinguish over the water, and just when they seemed near enough to warrant a look, a chuff followed. Ame's eyes fell upon the female, and unintentionally lingered over the burning orange of her eyes. They were too striking against her darker shades not to alongside an overall look that was certainly easy to behold.

Ame straightened some, lifting her head and posing neutrally as well for she too meant no harm in being here as she were. She licked her lips and chuffed back in return. "Greetings," she offered simply and had noticed the scent similar to that of the sterling male, and Lasher as well. Perhaps she was closer to the Plateau's boundaries than she realized.

She then stood quietly over the remains of her fish with her head tilted subtly in question. Had a reason brought her to here? Or was Ame about to be questioned on her intentions first?