Moonstone Quarry sixth circle

It seems to her that her presence is taken in stride, perhaps simply matched in curiosity, but at least no aggression. Amekaze knew these spaces unclaimed by organized efforts, but a sour enough attitude on only an individual could warrant enough to worry about so she granted loners the same wariness until she knew more. It didn't take her long to begin to get a feel of this particular encounter, though, and very little of it inspired outright concern yet.

"It works," she smirked, and took the sort of compliment in stride with a small, satisfied switch of her tail. It did well to warm Ame to the encounter, too, because if the stranger could appreciate the subtly, she had to have a good sense of taste about her. She was curious to see more.

Then, on names. "Amekaze," she provided in return for hers -- Jaguara. Almost, she wants to test it on her own tongue but withheld the urge for now. Something about the flow of it had lured her. "You do not smell like you are from.. nearby," she mentioned, smelling no pack or any other keyword affiliation that she could recognize.