The Sunspire A meeting under the moonlight

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Sleep was fleeting, restless, and a creature of the night anyway it only seemed natural that she would be roving. In fact, in recent days, it was hard to pinpoint any set time in which she wouldn't be lurking around somewhere -- the hours she kept were irregular and seemingly random. Usually, though, she was busy.

She now spent more time than ever on the borders of the mountain. Duty resided there after all, and a quick rest and fishing endeavor just before sundown had powered her through. She moved through the forested eve with a simple trot.

In much of her time here, the borders had been quiet. No cougars, few wolves, and little else of note, so when the scent of someone else lingered, she was quick to notice it and zero in. Amekaze approached smoothly from the cover of the night and regarded the strange female critically.

Her minty stare may have been her sharpest feature, what with the dark and a concealed expression worn, it was at least painfully clear she was watching. What brings you, stranger? she asked as she measured up the other. Amekaze stood confidently keen here amongst this mountain that smelled so distinctly of her, their spire, and all they had come to be.