Amekaze nodded. It means rain,
she added with a noncommittal chuff. Although not her whole name, it suited her well enough to work just fine shortened. Amekaze fitted her best in battle where she existed with the strength of the driving wind for which she was named, whereas Ame worked for the day to day, more like a typical uneventful rainshower instead.
Eventually, she saw it fit to lower her rump to the ground and sit finally, as Vires had done moments earlier. The mottled-fur Pied,
she answered simply. We hunted.
Amekaze had little else to say about the female unless she was asked for more detailing and Vires' question had her thinking ahead quickly instead. Ame would be choosy about what she shared. I came from Mount Rikudōu. My birthplace,
she began. Perhaps pride shone in her verdant eyes, but she aimed to remain stoic. She missed the mountain still.
I do not know what all you care to hear of,
she added while curling her tail around her paws. For her almost-two years, she believed she had gathered a decent tale already, even if most of it seemed to be colored by strife. My parents were important wolves, although I was closest to my okāsama -- my mother.
Amekaze paused and her expression drew into a gradually deepening frown. With her I trained, learned to war early and fought for peace.
And despite their victories on the fields of battle, she still weathered more losses than she cared for. The subject of Mizuna was skirted, conveniently.