Nocturne Summit nosebleed

With news of a handful of packs forming or having formed in the Wilds in the last several weeks vaguely on her mind, she was finding herself more invested in the territories beyond her doorstep. It was not her place to lay claim to them, though, but she would intend to have their presence known among them and aim to notice any suspicious activity from loners before it could escalate into them wanting to create a claim of their own.

She was comfortable with the neighbors she had, and that was it. Donnelaith lined the coast, Redhawk was on the other side of a valley and then a forest, while Silvertip loomed at a distant peak. None were overly close and she liked this just the way it was. Knowing someone planned to make Neverwinter their home did bother her -- first because she liked the place and second that they would do so that close to Silvertip's doorstep (which had been theirs for quite a while now), seemingly with good faith that it would co-exist flawlessly. Amekaze was wary of that notion and didn't want to see it happen to her mountain.

As she concluded her patrol she shifted gears to ranging abroad. On this outing, she scoped south down the range, traveling near the base of the mountains with her nose low and senses sharp. She made no effort to conceal who she was, and carried along with her the scent of a pack well-equipped to succeed here in this stretch of landscape. Namely, she was looking for wolf scents, be they from other packs or loners, just to get a feel of who all else was traveling through here recently.

If she didn't find anyone, that just made her job easier and freed her up to only track prey instead.. but in a way, she almost hoped she might catch a hint of something more interesting than a rabbit's trail here in the shadow of the flattest mountain.