She narrowed her eyes and maintained her frown -- a typical expression. Self-loathing or not, she did not care for the particularities of why she had howled. Amekaze did not answer. She did not feel like it warranted one, anyway, for her cause and purpose only truly mattered to her.
Listening on, she shifted her stance. The other seemed relaxed. Amekaze mirrored this feeling only somewhat. She stayed standing for now, though with her weight shifted to her left, she looked much less coiled and tense now. I see. Well I know little of your pack. I do not assume you are all steeped in the voodoo practices, but I had heard such associated with the pack before.
Hence her assumption, incorrect or not and she huffed softly to mark the end of her words. Nevertheless, the dark female seemed happy enough with her home. Amekaze knew that their numbers dwindled (or had been when she had met Pied), so perhaps it was not all bad there. She did not ask.
Hai
she replied in affirmation, naturally guessing that the nod of her head with the syllable indicated that despite the language, it still meant yes. Amekaze tried not to let her tongue slip often, though. No pack has captured my interests enough to gain my loyalty,
she added, nearly adding "yet" to the end. However, a significant piece of her loyalty did remain in the distant mountains still. Bit by bit she was coping without it and knew a pack would likely be necessary soon.
Amekaze did not wish to join one that did not promise to keep her interests met and so far, she could not guarantee that packs here would do so. What brings you here?
Did the forests of the Bon Dye wolves not entertain them well enough to keep them at home? Or did Amekaze just have a penchant for running into them out here in the neutral lands?