Duck Lake every time she shines

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Perhaps now she could move with a lighter step. So was the hope, anyway, as she collected her thoughts and composure in tandem. Amekaze preferred not to express too much too openly. Thus her enigmatically chilly demeanor. It was easier this way and she understood why clearly. There were times when it was just too intense, too much to contain, and it scattered her thoughts so badly that there were times when she feared she may not be able to pick up the pieces.

Her ears were quick to attention and her neck straightened not long after; a reply sounded. From nearby, too, and the dark Rikudōu's hackles shifted in response as a chill shuddered across her skin. She listened keenly, despite it not being the voice she had truly wants to hear after this (for that was impossible here and now) and she turned towards the source in search. Who was this and perhaps more importantly, why.

She saw the dark wolf already, who now lingered not far from the treeline, then purposeful strides took her closer. She wondered how long she had been here undetected. Amekaze knew nothing of the other and thus, she was guarded. Her only greeting for now came as a low whuff then a steadied pause during which she observed to gauge this wolf's temperament and reaction to Ame's presence. I had not anticipated a response of any sort, she quipped dryly and stood tall.