Firefly Glen Knock knock! Who's there? Anxiety!

She hadn't made a consistent habit out of leaving the mountain this winter, and in fact, her trips out have been few and far between and not because the season has been excessively harsh. She just had her priorities aligned to be protective of the mountain first and foremost, and perhaps more intensely than she had been in the autumn after their foundation. When she did leave, she liked to cover ground or see something worthwhile enough to be interesting -- which was why in any season but the winter, she liked to trek far and as wide as she could. Otherwise, she gets the feeling she's just better off staying on the Spear.

Nevertheless, the coyote-wolf shrunk her posture and Amekaze squinted at her curiously. Her own tail stayed arced over her rump because she'd leave no questions of her status. A small squeak was all she offered and the dark alpha chuffed back, although there was a distinct harshness in her tone instead. "You are of the dark forest pack?" she asked pointedly now that she could smell her clearly and without any interruption from the winds. She only needed what her nose knew to be confirmed.