Otter Creek A machete that cuts my cheek

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She saw him shift to seemingly regard her, but nothing else came with it. No words, no real indicative gestures of how he felt.. no nothing, really. Her ears spilled backwards and she regarded him more critically. Was he ill, or just bizarre? His scent did not say sickness (she sniffed carefully to confirm), so it was either underlying or not the case here. She squinted and tilted her head with a soft grunt. Evidently he had little to say.

So she strode a little closer to him, now only a few feet away and decided to investigate from there. This would serve to continue to test his reactions -- such as if a closer proximity would draw something out of him. Amekaze circled around behind him and then proceeded eyeballed him from the other side.

However, the lack of reactions eventually outlasted its usefulness. She had seen enough, and with a low rumble of farewell, she parted ways from him and continued down the river in search, effectively leaving him to continue as he was.