Kintla Flatlands The Judge

She hadn't necessarily headed this way with a specific goal in mind. There were always several factors at play, the constant one being the need to hunt, and a second, much less pressing one was a curiosity for what remained of the dissolved Moonlit pack -- she had met their former alphess not too far from here once. By now it had surely been well over a moon's turn since their time, so traces had to be long gone by now, but that didn't mean she couldn't still investigate for herself.

Instead, there was a chance she had found something more fascinating. There was a distinct ice in the silver of her gaze, and Amekaze's head perked up as she adjusted, interested in a changing way. Their approaches aligned and the dark alpha crept closer, confident when their eyes met. It didn't need to be said, it seemed, and that suited her very well.

She could smell the dark woodland pack on the vicinity and the stranger. Amekaze wasn't intending to pressure a claim, or even intrude with aggressive intentions, but it was in niches like these that she hoped to meet something distinct. Something.. not often found in plain sight, and just for the sake of it. Since all of her efforts towards hunting had failed to spectacularly today, she hoped to find anything she could. But she didn't know if that was it yet. She arced a closer path, wily and almost teasing with the loose swing of her jog and toothy sneer she wore. Amekaze invited her pale opponent to set the pace.