Weakness probably stirred her more than most things, out of place and in her head. Paws pressing into the dirt and soft mud from the slightly melting snow. To distract herself from home as she always had done, there was a hunt afoot and much to her pleasure was a small doe by itself. However, her nose had picked up the scent of another. Amachi was never one to steal, so the thought of someone else hunting before her struck her. Although, a wolf needed to eat. Her head raised with the snap the animal gave off.
The scent would probably be a mixture of her own and the animal, however with how Amachi stood out she was a bit farther away. Her gray eyes locked on the doe, her ears pulled forward. She wouldn't attack, she could just find another piece of prey. However, she was curious as to what this other wolf would do. Ever since she arrived here alacritis had served to be quiet interesting.
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