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Unknowingly, she had lurked near to the presence of another. Yet between the bird of prey that had derailed her focus and the welcoming rhythm of the water, she had all but given herself to the scenery. Beautiful as it was, she appreciated its strength most of all. It thrummed with quiet power and she stole pause to listen once more, ears quivering and toes gripping intently into the damp ground. It all seemed cold but not unforgiving. Course, in a way, yet smooth as silk at the very same time. She chuffed softly to herself; the contradiction suited her mood, which since leaving Rikudōu had oftentimes been.. different, somehow.
Over the water's song, she had not found him immediately, and when she sensed a delay in her realization, she could have sworn to herself even if it had been by mere seconds. It was his movement that gave him away and she felt his eyes on her already. He wasted no time regarding her silently so she returned the gesture, her green stare zeroed onto him eagerly. She was coolly self-assured with her muzzle level and her tail lax against her hocks, even though chances were high that he knew this place better than she did.
Water slicked his coat dark coat, which she noted for its shades of contrasting light and then dark on a physique that to her, seemed to speak of balance. He looked neither too bulky nor too lean, with muscling of an agile being that did not seem like an easy foe to shove aside with sheer force. Somewhere curiously in the middle of it all that made her wonder what exactly he could do. Surely cutting a figure like that, he could dance..
Inwardly amused by the notion, she kept her expression blank, though tilted her head in silent inquiry. He appeared as a reasonably (at the very least) formidable wolf which was quick to help label him as interesting enough for her time (for now), what with his scar and his darkness. Yet even so, Amekaze could not know him well enough from first glance to judge him much further than this. She would remain a neutral presence herself until she knew more but always she was listening.
The dark Rikudōu approached by a handful of paces more with a clean, fluid gait that brought her well into his proximity then paused, her stance poised and prepared without appearing utterly uptight and rigid. You seem at ease here,
she remarked and studied him for an answer. She raised her nose just some, testing to see if he'd respond accordingly.