Moonspear A love supreme seems far removed

At the first howl, she'd roused her attentions from her tracking and had admittedly been a bit of a distance away. Since her trails weren't exactly the most eventful, gradually she started aiming her path that way on towards the call and guessed that another would reach there before her, even as she navigated the mountainside's less straightforward stretches. But, when a second note caught the breeze and her ears swung to catch it, one more specifically for the alphas, she resigned to picking up her pace even more earnestly.

When she arrived, she could zero in on the two younger wolves and begin to gauge the situation from here--Willoughby, notably, one of their newer additions, and this dark-furred (but curiously masked) stranger. Amekaze had seen her share of strange markings, so went unperturbed, but appreciated the unique turn of the pale down her cheek. Anyway, she stepped on and paused near the duo with a low chuff of Greetings. before she settled in to give her attention more to the unknown's situation finally, and where it was exactly in their conversation she had arrived at. As always, she carried herself with a quietly composed, proud strength, and like she was made of the very mountain, of course. She wasn't stingy with the cool stare, either, but she was sure some explanation would soon come as her lifted tail swung a slow, thoughtful rhythm.

To her first glimpses, none of this looked particularly urgent, so for the time being, she kept her spirits light and curious to suit the pace here, with her mood good enough to go for now. You called? she smirked soft, but gave Willoughby a tiny nod then, eager to ease in and get to business.