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While being so absorbed in quenching her own thirst, it had been easy enough to overlook the small wolf's presence at first -- who had likely come here for a similar reason. Amekaze's ears pricked and with droplets of water falling from her muzzle, she raised her head to squint the stranger's way at the sound of a bark. It was a young wolf, female, and she was not at a good vantage point to understand the details of her scent. But, Amekaze chuffed back all the same, and began a slow approach along the shoreline to find out more.

Her posture was neutral, although with curious sights, she regarded the youth readily. "Greetings," she said first of all. A part of her expected her to be from the same pack as the dark-furred hunter (presumably, the pack in the southern stretch of the mountains) or possibly even the Caldera. But, not knowing where she came from or what else she was doing around here besides getting a drink, she let her greeting be received first before she launched into any questions.