The Sunspire A meeting under the moonlight

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She was prideful of her skills, even if she did not consider herself a master at any of them just yet. There was time and experience separating her from that goal. Fighting was perhaps her strongest, or maybe just the one she believed came easiest, but she aspired to be a great naturalist all the same.

Nevertheless, she followed through as Rain spun aside. Amekaze danced delicately to pursue, while having to work her own legs out of the way defensively for the attack that came back onto her; Rain was quick, of mind and body, and answered appropriately with a response that satisfied her well enough: she was a guardian of many things.

It was the mention of a belief that sparked her curiosity. She paused for the slightest of seconds. Beliefs? Ame asked. This was mostly for her own personal reference and less about her rightful passage into the pack. Amekaze was tolerant of many types of beliefs (so long as they were not too farfetched, or contrary to her own) and liked the lore behind many of them. She then sprung forward again for Rain's shoulder, this time less with her outstretched jaws alone and more with momentum and the weight of her body behind it.