Silvertip Mountain dark clouds

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Frankly, Amekaze did not know all that many wolves who looked like her or really think of it when she saw other black-furred females. Then again, around here, she knew few faces in the grand scheme of it and did understand that all black wolves probably looked about the same from far enough away.

I see, she replied and did not ask any further about the wolf he was looking for. Amekaze had initially wondered if they had been one of the wolves who lived on the mountain when it had belonged to Tonravik, but since that was not the case, she saw little reason to delve further.

She replied first with a soft 'tch' sound at his mention of pretty girls. Her squint stayed put as she peered up towards him, impassive in her expression despite his attempt at flattery (she guessed?). Perhaps you will find her still. I cannot say I know many others with my look, though, she replied noncommittally.

Then, noting his name, she figured she ought to give her own. I am Ame, and it is fine. I came here looking for Tartok's wolves, but it seems they have disappeared, too. She didn't know if this would mean anything to him, but cited this as her reason for being here.