Neverwinter Forest that faint echo

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She noted their smells, hoping to pick them apart. It smelled of a single leader, but with solid numbers beneath her. Not as numerous as the Plateau pack, from her count, but not of what she could consider thin ranking. Considering that she knew this was a pack not all that much older than Akhlut's Ridge, it was establishing itself well.

It did not seem to take long before a pale wolf appeared from the depths of the forest. She felt the burn of eyes watching her, so Amekaze adjusted to watch back with narrowing eyes. Her paws stopped and her ears quivered forward. No part of her posture said outright submission yet.

The pack wolf was dressed in white and of elegant appearances. She appeared keened and rightfully so. This was her home, and Ame a strange, foreign presence, here presented as unbiased. I have come to learn of the pack, she eventually announced once her paws were effectively squared. She left the distance between them as it was just in case. Along borderlands, she was exceptionally careful.