Altar of Twilight And the doors all closing

Up, and up further still, Amekaze narrowed her eyes towards where the stranger was headed—still wondering why, exactly. When she paused long enough to throw a glare back over her shoulder, Ame perked a bit herself, but didn't shy from the display. The acknowledgement was welcome, helpful enough motivation as well, so she stalled long enough to consider her next move.

Since she had swung wide, she continued to stay on the parallel route for now, mirroring the stranger's progress for what it was worth. She didn't want to lose wind of her, or have her veer off elsewhere. Interest in this hadn't left her, yet. As heights climbed up still, the dark Ostrega doubted the ascent was all pressed by her, then, and that left her to guess how suspicious this truly was. Time and nature taught her not to trust anything less than her own.. Naturally enough she didn't care for Blackfeather wolves anywhere near hers, anyway, but now? She couldn't let them have their mysterious fun without a little volley back of her own.

When her steps found the footing to allow it, she decided to not dally along anymore, and opened up for wider strides. They'd reached considerable enough heights, and her spire loomed nearby. She breathed deep the thin, cold air, and this time, closed in purposefully—all the way to where the other wolf was, assuming she didn't dart immediately; Ame wanted to think she would hold her ground, somehow.

She carried an arc in her tail, and a calculating look in her eye as she approached from behind. What are you doing up here? she asked, her emphasis and tone vague, but firm.