Moonspear i imagine death so much it feels more like a memory

Wind-blown and wild-furred from time on the upper elevations, she'd been working her way down when the howl had come to her. She'd almost been there, or gearing up to rest once there, rather, but the message had been clear enough for a leader's ear. Ame only paused to drink at a nearby creek before she began to zero in on the unknown stranger that had called.

She caught wind of Wildfire along the way, and hoped that by the time Ame got there, the details had been exchanged so far so that she could keep this brief -- whether it be a visitor or a potential recruit. She wasn't scenting Charon anywhere, so guessed that he hadn't made it out here either.

When she saw the unknown wolf, who was a pale, lean female of bright blue eyes, she wondered if perhaps he would've been better suited to this than her. Everything about her appearance said relative of his and Ame did find herself very much reminded of Floki (and Tevinter too, of course) when looking at her. It was clear she was most likely a relation of the Loðbróks, if not one herself.

Amekaze carried herself proudly but relaxed as well. She was at ease here and there was little question of her status, considering the scent markings. "Greetings," she purled when she arrived alongside the two younger females, and knew she'd probably interrupted the flow of the conversation as she did so. But all the same, she was curious to hear this for herself -- whatever it may be.