Otatso Wetlands the other side

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She wore her aura of mystery intentionally. Ame liked not being tied strictly to one place and her travels kept the scents on her vague enough. Even by now, the sea-scented tendencies of her had begun to dull somewhat and she had only been away for a day. It was duller than normal at least and already began to tell a different story of who she might be.

Amekaze nodded to the answer she was given, for it satisfied her and did not force her to fret of their proximity. She did know this was free but she always made it a point to steer away from borders without at least an inkling of purpose to go by. Then, to the question given, she shook her head once. Here, I do not. Not any longer. In the waning days of summer, I once did.. and this return did inspire the smallest hints of nostalgia. Now she tended towards the coast although returning to this side of the mountains could be advantageous. I see it has changed some. Back then, no one claimed anywhere in the region, she murmured and regarded the pale wolf watchfully. You are not the first Creek wolf I have encountered lately, leading me to suspect decent numbers in your lot, so thus my concern of treading too close, she elaborated with another nod, feeling like justifying why she had asked of their borders so suddenly.