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She was silent, then, and could feel the rush of the fight beginning to ebb from her blood slowly but surely. In its place came the awareness of injury. Her least favorite part of the whole experience, followed closely by the healing that would need to come after. However, she wouldn't change for it. So long as she could exercise in this way, she would keep fighting. After all, opportunities like these did not come often.

She nodded her head to him, especially when he spoke of the Sunspire, and rumbled a low 'mhm'. Until next time.. should our paths cross again, she said, sweeping her muzzle in a quick dip of farewell to the silvered Creek wolf. Amekaze gave him one last lingering look, then set off to limp towards home.