Firestone Hot Springs mystline

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The sterling-hued Koontz explained herself further, referencing frayed nerves to be largely at fault here. Ame's expression was blank for she couldn't particularly muster any sympathy. Amekaze was more curious of her apparent lookalike that had made her react this way -- who the wolf was, what precisely had she done and so forth.

She tipped her muzzle into a short, curt nod instead of returning the spoken pleasantries; for her, it would have been just too much of a stretch and she didn't feel it necessary to bother. Appearing even this personable would grow tiresome quickly, so she wouldn't push it. No, a loner. Formerly of Mount Rikudōu. She watched, doubting that mentioning that place would mean anything to Koontz or stir any semblance of recognition. It seemed unlikely that any here would have known about her birthplace and it only made her realize how far from home she truly was now.

Dragonwatchers? This is the first I've heard of their likes, she tilted her head, mildly curious after sparing a brief glance in the direction Koontz had gestured before settling her stare back on her. First Tartok, now Dragonwatchers, she was slowly beginning to piece together a picture of this region's residents.