Phantom Hollow Beings that live off our fears

She shook her head, finding she agreed. Wolf was very likely to be his enemy, then, so his wariness of her was rightly placed. "I have never seen one with a big tail, so I doubt it was a bear, then.." Not that she had ever seen a white one, though. They were not far from a creature of myth in this region -- or so that was how she had begun to understand it.

Ame blinked at him when he shared his name. Hiraku. She sensed the lilt of her honored mother's language there in his name, just as it was for her own. It was rare to hear it, although she reasoned it could be a word in another language too. "Amekaze," she provided. The red fox was privy to a bit more of her name than she shared with most -- because what harm could he, a lone scavenger, do to have a few extra syllables to know her by? "Do you know the language of your name?" she asked suddenly, and knew her phrasing was awkward at best. To find a fox that spoke it would be.. a curiously unique treat, but she wasn't getting ahead of herself with that one.