Altar of Twilight And the doors all closing

Lately, defense ranged beyond her most immediate slopes. She patrolled, and then she scouted just past what was theirs for a wider berth—and a reminder. She had long since urged her offspring to do the same. Now that they were all old enough to contend, she had plenty at her own disposal, and she could afford to widen her horizons more. Today it granted her a curious whiff of Blackfeather here on the crisp winds of the range.

Her route kept her approach casual, but she knew these lands, and suited the mountains well—like the generations spanning before her. If she wanted to, she felt she could be more direct. Instead she opted to meander after the stranger, keeping it almost relaxed. Her only disadvantage came in the daylight, but, should she truly have to, or find the inspiration, she could wait. Night would be here once again.

But that was getting ahead; Ame just wanted to keep an eye on this.. and find out why one of theirs was sniffing around here exactly. So, she kept following and eventually had to close distance enough to let a perceptive wolf know that they were no longer alone, but proximity alone would not change her momentum; she was a confident mountaineer, and a scrutinizing eye.