Kintla Flatlands The Judge

In light of the famine, the mountain's grip on her had been tight recently, but on this balmy day that dawned she would not be restrained. She would do well to breathe the open spaces of elsewhere -- anywhere, really. She knew it would be in her best interests (as opposed to wallowing in hunger and frustration of such failed hunting), so bid her pale mate a soft see you later and was on her way down the slopes

It was a rolling lope that carried her deeper and deeper into the flatlands, even into the fall of night well after her nose had failed to find decent trails to track. She wouldn't be slowed by that. Instead, empowered and brought to a head with a new kind of energy, one that even permeated the ache left behind by famine just enough to feel it, she pressed onward.

She slowed up when she reached a copse of bare trees, and now her gait was more lurking. This pulled her towards a scent, one that hung vaguely before she knew it. Amekaze approached coolly, and was finally able to catch a glimpse of silver. Now knowing that, she zeroed in with a curious glint in her eyes. She'd found a stranger.