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With an icy stare, he cited a bad mood, one worse than the last time he had interacted with a Sunspire wolf. She wondered if it was just how it was, if something else had inspired the mood, or if he was choosy about which Sunspires rubbed him the wrong way. Ame knew she hadn't done anything to be overly offensive, though. Unluckily? A brazen assumption, she replied smoothly. I do not know what inspires your foul mood, if it is me or otherwise, but perhaps you just need to work out your frustrations.. she offered.

She raised her tail a notch and curved her neck defensively. It had been a veiled invitation, but in case he was keen enough to pick it up, she was subtly preparing herself all the same. Amekaze flexed her toes, testing the ground's footing beneath her just to be sure. She wished to know all the elements at play here, just to be sure. Her ears turned towards him, readied to listen.