Firestone Hot Springs Arguru

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Amekaze was careful, as any loner should be, although her pride let traces of her confidence remain to be seen even as she postured neutrally before the larger female. However, the pride of the other female's stance outmatched her own, which made the dark loner curious. Surely it was warranted, in some place and time. This female could not be a nobody. Amekaze chuffed in greeting and squared her paws.

You seem somewhat familiar to me, she voiced after a thoughtful pause. The moisture of the springs filled her nostrils and ever-so-subtly dampened her coat. However, their warmth was welcome. She found herself taking in all she could of the mysterious wolf (while mindfully avoiding her eyes), tracing the lines of her thickened coat and wondering how she looked in motion, in the hunt, in battle, teeth-barred and blood-stained. Amekaze got the sense that even despite her considerable size, she could surely dance in her own way.

Somehow, she was reminded of memories that did not even feel like her own.