She could not despair long about the snowflakes sticking to her dark coat, not as she narrowed her focus towards tracking. Although not exactly the scenery she wanted, all expansive and subtly snowing, it would have to do so long as it could yield her something. Hunger was such a tiresome ache and she was eager to put it aside for today, especially if snow stayed in the forecast.
Amekaze dipped her muzzle in a quick nod and as asked, she took to the lead. Despite not being overly familiar with the area, she relied on instincts and perhaps a tiny dash of luck in picking her immediate course. Finer adjustments could be made later (assuming there would be anything to scent) but for now, she aimed just west.
For a short while she was quiet, hoping that prey would reveal itself before too long. She drank in the scents, sounds and sights intently yet insofar, her senses found nothing. Amekaze felt a twist of worry deep in her being. Was this a sign of times to come? Her lips quivered in building distaste.
Glancing to Pied, she found she had to ask before the hunt deepened further. Why are you not hunting with your pack mates?
she asked with hushed tones and eventfully returned her eyes to the path ahead. Not that I am complaining any, it is not a custom I have seen much of,
she then remarked quietly. She just thought it curious still and considering that she knew so little about Bon Dye and its wolves, she wanted to know more while she could.
She kept prowling along at a steady pace, beginning to suspect a faint trail that would hopefully manifest to more. Amekaze could already feel impatience nipping at her heels and a measured exhale reminded her not to rush what could not be helped.