She had come to these woods earlier in the day and finally, feeling sheltered in their depths, she had allowed herself to rest. Sleep had come to her swiftly and there she had remained -- curled into a tight ball in a dense thicket she had encountered, until the shrieking of foxes caused her to stir from her deep slumber. She arose with a disgruntled groan and found herself highly dissatisfied upon awakening.
The Rikudōu had dreamed of her time in battle. Rushing forward, jaws slung open with adrenaline coursing in her veins like river rapids, and enemies falling before her superior might. She remembered the rush and in her dreamscapes, relived it from time to time, much to her frustration because she missed it. Although these peaceful days were what they had fought to have, Ame couldn't help but feel out of a place in a way... a creature bred, raised and taught to war now without a cause to give herself to.
The distant fox screams had played into her dreams -- a fitting soundtrack to the falling of her foes until they had become just too much to bear. She arose with annoyance stitched plainly onto her dark features and with the fluidity of a dancer, she slipped into motion to streak like a shadow through the night.
'I will choke the very life out of them,' she thought as she navigated the dense woodlands, her ears still assaulted by the screaming vulpines and her eyes squinting to see despite the fog. Amekaze did not know the paths well yet, but she was well-versed in forest living so adapted somewhat. In a way, it reminded her of Shikkotsurin although perhaps less menacing. This forest sang with a voice similar to her father's home. It only made it seem even more familiar to her but this fog made matters difficult. Still, she progressed forward and the foxes grew louder. She wondered fleetingly what had them so worked up in the first place.
Then, suddenly, she found a wolf. A male, small, and hunkered down not far from the path she had intended for herself. Her lips were quick to a scowl and she breathed a hiss in his direction. Fool she thought and stiffened her tail marginally. This was not what she sought and all the while, the foxes continued their noise-making. Her patience was being tested, it seemed, although now she realized that there were more screaming voices -- eerie and to her ears, without meaning.
The other presence in the area remained undetected, but now she was paying more attention. Finding other wolves here in these deep dark woods so heavy with fog was not what she had anticipated, although perhaps it was a more interesting turn of events than she was willing to give it credit for.