Firestone Hot Springs sage of the inward eye

it's fine, i knew you were probably busy. i have been too lately, so i'm in no rush

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From all her time spent around hot springs, starting way back when she had been but a loner spanning to the present when she occasionally visited the one high in the Sunspire, she was used to how they could obscure the senses. Their saturated air blurred the edges of sight, their scent overpowering, and sounds of water seemed to predominate almost everything. Her ears twitched hungrily for the sound of something more.

But it was a shape she spotted first -- someone also moving along, which prompted her to lift her head up higher and move somewhat closer. She whuffed lowly in curious greeting, testing the waters of the other wolf's friendliness from the distance she still maintained. Until she knew more, she was appropriately guarded and did not move entirely into clear sight -- both because she liked the air of mystery and did not want to rush headlong into anything unfavorable. She hopefully lingered just beyond a thin veil of warm steam, unless of course, the other wolf took steps closer. But Amekaze would leave that up to her for now. Maybe their paths were not even meant to cross at all.