Moonspear Joining a Pack

She made her way to them silently, weaving and winding as the stripped mountain dictated she must. This was the first call since the locusts had swarmed, so she was going into this with mixed feelings and a certain bit of suspiscion. In all, it wouldn't surprise her to know a loner sought refuge in numbers -- not when prey was declining rapidly as it was, and in the height springtime no less.

Her tail waved proudly and she honed her ache over recent events into a stony watchfulness. It seemed Lazarus had engaged the stranger already, and while he was not the most warm of beasts to meet here, he was effective. While she arrived, she noticed he did not seem overly perturbed by the company from first glance. She was curious to find out how far their encounter had advanced and what the loner may have to say. Amekaze looked him over herself, contemplative as she paused near Lazarus and expected the details promptly.

Nature would rebuild soon, so it was no time to have the pack falter.