Moonspear An Air of Change

It was swiftly made clear that specifics were not for him. She listened as the implication of his longtime traveling was made known, and then, shook her head softly at him mentioning wasting her time; she had been on the borders anyway. If anything, he wouldn't be a loss on her behalf if he could prove marginally more fascinating than peeing on scenery -- not difficult. "There is always around the range itself, north or south. More north angles towards the coast," she mentioned, unsure if that would be a worthwhile landmark to him or not. South lead towards the moose swamps and beyond, which regrettably made her recall Ness for a fleeting second.

"I would not exactly call it a waste on my behalf," she smirked softly, although soon canted it in regards to him as she looked over his scar in greater detail. A fight, perhaps? It looked well-healed and not at all a recent addition to him. She glanced over the rest of him in turn, noting that for a loner, he appeared well enough. Travel did harden a wolf in ways unparalleled. "I am Amekaze. The mountain, Moonspear," she said with a quick gesture and a vaguely humored look. He was proving curious so far and difficult for her to pinpoint exactly why that was. "Is it a greater purpose that you have wandered so long for?" she asked. Had the scar been a catalyst of some kind to finally drive him to seclusion, she wondered.