Silvertip Mountain dark clouds

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She had traveled inhibited for a while now, even though her expectations were different. Amekaze had hoped to stumble upon a Tartok wolf or two to investigate them further but evidently, they had moved on. A pity, she had seen their leading female not even that long ago, and her curiosities had been peaked once more.

So she set the notion aside. Packless as she was, times like these of roving in solitude were very frequent. When the subtle hint of wolf scent rode the winds, her focus was quick to shift. Not long after, he called out and made her hackles rise up defensively. Her paws stopped and she listened, ears quivering his way intently but.. what he did say seemed incomplete, and not something she recognized. In fact, nothing about him was familiar and her lips turned downward. Amekaze was quiet and guarded while he explained.

She squinted at him and had marginally relaxed some to move a few paces closer to him. This wasn't the first time she had been mistaken for someone else, which was beginning to make her suspicious. Evidently her look (at least from far away) was common enough around here. Ah, she chuffed, straightening her posture and lifting her muzzle. Who did he think she was? Do you seek someone here? she asked, watching intently.