Gyrfalcon's Keep nine phantom dragons

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Amekaze nodded, taking the conclusion in stride and finding she agreed all the same. Appearances were trivial, despite her penchant for observing all she could. Her critical eyes aimed to see deeper than just the surface, anyway. That was where the real matters of interest were, even in the most curiously marked of individuals.

Farewell, she said in return, considering making mention of their paths perhaps crossing again, but she refrained for the time being. Ame wondered if pack life would become more to Pump's liking, or if she would mosey away when it was no longer enough to keep her rooted. Whatever the case, the dark loner dipped her muzzle and was on her way as well. She headed further up the mountain alone.