The Sunspire an ode to the night awaiting the sun

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She didn't think it was a pressing matter to meet the whole of the pack, either. Ame had not been quick to integrate when she had first joined the Creek -- it hadn't seemed right, and at least she had known a few wolves here and there. Circumstances at the Sunspire had been different so naturally, she was more socialized here than before.

He zeroed in on the cougar and she nodded. Big cats, usually solitary, stalk-and- ambush style predators. Ame herself knew them best through others. In person, her interactions were few. They are not necessarily attached to one type of terrain, from what I understand, but they do like places with good cover to use to their stalking advantage, like rock outcroppings and dense brush, she explained. There was no certainty of where exactly to find them though, hence their losses when it came to encountering the one that seemed to have an affinity for Sunspire wolf flesh. It seemed that encounters only came when one was not fully prepared to face such a creature.