The Sunspire those of the root

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It seemed that the pack had grown some lately. Amekaze could smell them here and there, some presences more open and clear than others, but of course she knew their pawsteps had brought them here and into the range of her home. After all, she missed very few things that happened on this mountain..

Ferdie and Jace had done well for the pack, she believed, while much of her time most recently was spent toiling away on some task or another. While she was not the most sociable as she usually kept to herself, her influence was clear upon the Sunspire's slopes through scents and tasks done -- she'd mind the borders now and then, hunt and fish for whole afternoons, cache some excess, and generally map the lands. She was clearly present in her own subtle sort of way.

But now, she lowered her muzzle to the damp earth here on a forested stretch of the mountainside. A small shower had kicked up here early in the hours of the evening (the sun had just begun to set), however the cover overhead from the trees caught much of it. Still, it was humid and so many scents were strong in her nose. She breathed deep and casually began to track a scent she did not recognize, curious to encounter some of the newer Sunspire faces.