Moonspear Vacillating

Since she was near the origin of the howl out on her own patrol, she decided to mosey closer to find out why their scout called for her mate anyway. Very likely, he wouldn't be too far, but her proximity just made this easy--and curiosity bit well enough to motivate her onward. The dark alpha knew she had been out and about more often than not lately, which of course, she assumed suited the midnight-coated wanderer, considering her choice of trade and willingness to wander on Charon's behalf. But, as to whether or not purpose or news (or something far more sinister) had her calling here and now, Amekaze didn't know.

With a stretched-out, lengthened walk, she found her just beyond the borders with a little time and nosework. Amekaze chuffed first, although her approach was plain enough to see. "Rouge," she greeted first, matching with a slow sweep of her arced tail. "All is well?" Judging by outward appearances, at least, she did not yet find a reason to be concerned.