This cavern almost seemed like it wouldn't hold her, the beast was curiously studying the edge. It bordered that of pack lands, her ears moving towards them for a moment as she made a small disgusted face to herself. How stupid could she really be to come around here. She found herself getting so close to pack lands every single time she annoyed herself. Amachi sighed, lowering her head to it to animate her displeasure with herself until she raised her head and stopped looking at the border to obsidian beach. Her gray eyes looked at the cavern to study it. Like most it was like a dark little den and you wouldn't know what would be inside. Amachi debated going inside or just staying where she was, either way it didn't matter. The fluffy mass took a step back, her skin seemed to rumble with her itself, though aside she was fairly lithe. Her tail swished for a moment and she let out a grumble underneath her breath.
The beast finally started to walk forward, if she hadn't taken those steps she probably would have never entered. Her paws made their way since she wasn't very keen of eyesight in the dark until the cracks broke open to let sunlight in the cave. At the end was a pool of water, her eyes would widen a little, millions of fish swam around underneath its surface. It was large and she supposed during floods they ended up here, on high tide they could swim into the small pool of water. Either that or wolves left enough to breed and make more fish so that they had a steady source of food, which wouldn't be so bad either. Yet upon that thought she paranoid herself a little, if she ate them would she be stealing them?
It was time like these she honestly wished Caia was here. Despite not being able to communicate with words, it wasn't like Amachi was much of a talker anyhow. Turning her body around, her gray eyes would watch the entrance of the cave. Her chest took in a breath of air and she let it out again, what was she doing here? Her ears flicked as she sat on her haunches, letting her body drop for a moment to rest. Deciding not to eat at the fish, she closed her eyes and simply listened smelling everything around her. It was a sensation she wouldn't dare replace with anything else. Sometimes she felt as if being blind would be a blessing, but the colors of the world also called to her somehow.
Amachi's head was begging for someone to come and talk to her, as it always was. Even with how antisocial she was and scared of hurting others on the inside. She was so open hearted and a good listener that it seemed to play in her favor. Making friends with almost all wolves, she shot her eyes open when she thought about it more. Then again, a lot discrimnated against her colors, her size, and more. Although the wolves of Alacritis seemed to be far different, Amachi was honestly waiting for someone to prove her wrong. After all, it was only a matter of time until when she felt the most comfortable her back was turned on. She forced herself to feel apathetic about these things, afraid of hurting others and getting hurt herself. Yet, she was okay with this. Amachi spent far too much time in her head.
