Altar of Twilight And the doors all closing

She maintained her distance, and balanced being close enough to provide pressure with that space. In honesty, her personal business with Blackfeather had always stayed minimal; they lasted, and so did she. Their presence had most times occurred to her at am arm's length, with her toeing a line between enemy and adversary depending on the situation. Maybe subtly enough when needed, she had learned the lean towards their sort when it suited her

Right now, she knew little about them and that made them potentially risky. She couldn't say for sure who all still ran among them, if the wolf Charon knew and the one her daughters held power over still ranked among them or not, even, but a golden mercenary of her mountain had stirred them up—she felt on guard because of this. However, in addition, she did know, and they had (still did?) housed a wolf her mountain had wanted dead for many moons and that was where her interest gained speed and strength.

From here, she definitely did not recognize this wolf, but appreciated that they did not wane already. Maybe she would make it interesting. When she pressed onward, and upwards, Amekaze kept going too, undaunted by the challenge. So long as her proximity pointed her anywhere towards Moonspear, she was going to stick to it so that it may be known that they were not going to be sleuthed-around on, or whatever this could shape up to be.

Since they were going upward, that worked for her too. She backed off enough to give them more shape when she attempted to swing a wider path. Well, to line one up—she stayed back for now, curious to see if she would keep going up. Was Ame's pursuit her only motivator? Did she have business? There was a lot to see for herself. Scent, and the pathways the scenery even gave her real footing on, dictated the rest.

Before moving to engage herself, she'd wait a little while longer.. still following while the altitudes climbed.