[Rarely does Amaterasu meander to this island - she hates what it makes her become, just for the sake of scavenging something to feed herself or others - and rarely does she traverse it at night. But things have been happening on Monsun that even she can't ignore. For the most part, the wolf has been absent from the isle, but took to prowling the riverbank on the western side today, trying to fish for anything at all, just to bring back. That, and looking out for trouble...as this island always seems to be a host for it.
Not too long at all does that prevalent trouble reach her ears, and her lifts her head from the water and turn her pointed ears left and right to get a read on the source of the voice. Finding her mark, she races toward it, and finds a...vaguely familiar shape. Like a walnut, but much, much bigger. Hm--oh! When Eska pokes their head out from their shell, distant memories come flooding in - of a dark cavern and a mess of hungry dogs. A cute and very nice kappa stuck on their back, and a lot of petting. Yes, she remembers the petting. ♥
Snorting the wolf prowls closer, careful to keep herself hidden from the predator that is definitely making a, erm..."valiant" attempt at piercing the rock-hard shell of her new friend. Hm, if it's distracted, she may be able to torch that stinger with a line of flame from her reflector...hopefully her stand out white coat won't give her away even past the dunes and dry brush.]
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Not too long at all does that prevalent trouble reach her ears, and her lifts her head from the water and turn her pointed ears left and right to get a read on the source of the voice. Finding her mark, she races toward it, and finds a...vaguely familiar shape. Like a walnut, but much, much bigger. Hm--oh! When Eska pokes their head out from their shell, distant memories come flooding in - of a dark cavern and a mess of hungry dogs. A cute and very nice kappa stuck on their back, and a lot of petting. Yes, she remembers the petting. ♥
Snorting the wolf prowls closer, careful to keep herself hidden from the predator that is definitely making a, erm..."valiant" attempt at piercing the rock-hard shell of her new friend. Hm, if it's distracted, she may be able to torch that stinger with a line of flame from her reflector...hopefully her stand out white coat won't give her away even past the dunes and dry brush.]