Moonstone Quarry sixth circle

She headed for nearby unclaimed territories underneath the darkening skyline first in an effort to quell her restless wanting of traveling to nowhere in particular, and second to see what she may find out there with so much hanging overhead these days. Many new packs cropping up in the Wilds, a rapist lurking that had harmed one of her own, the recent absence of a handful of pack-mates, a new depth and dimension to a relationship of hers, and the freshness of springtime all intertwined to make her feel some sort of way -- conflicted, and teetering in-between it all because she wants to bask in the extremes to indulge and partake in all the beauty and horror of the world.

But now that she's out here, her interest feels somewhat malformed at best. She'd picked a pathway down to the quarry and once there, brewed up a vague discomfort. From her towering peaks, she was certainly more at home the closer to the skies she stood presently. The sweet scent of clean waters did pull her attentions down anyway.. although there still seemed to loom that feeling of unease behind it all. She pressed on over a careful pathway until she came to the water's edge, then looked just past it to find the dark wolf.

Amekaze finds herself poised with a silent question for the stranger in the small arc of her tail. Her expression is curiously pointed, but she extends her first hints of neutrality here with a quiet chuff of greeting to see how that may be met.