He was aware someone was approaching, or something. For the longest time Ame had thought it was a fox. Small and dainty light on its feet seeking shelter just as he had here in the grotto for warmth for a while. The other animals were just like wolves, they were no different. They communicated, had their rituals and ways of doing things just like they did. Ame loved learning about them and the balance that made up the world from all of them. Wolves did not control it truly but they were an essential part of it all, but wasn’t everything? It was what his mother had taught him when he wasn’t with his father. Honestly while he was greatful to his father for trying to teach him it just wasn’t as fun or interesting as say what his mother taught him, or life altering.

If he hadn’t learned from his mother he would have never been able to protect Semele that day. That knowledge had saved her life and thus changed his. However moments later he noticed it wasn’t a fox coming towards him, it was too large sounding the closer it got and the sea scent that clung to it was that of Glorall. A wolf then his ears twitched and he turned right when the younger girl gave a soft sound behind him. It was strange to think not all that long ago he was smaller than her. She was already a bit over half his size though she was a bit thinner which would explain why he thought she was a fox originally with those light paw steps.

She was polite and Ame returned a somewhat shy smile in return to her, his tail gave a few polite waves as she explained why she was here with her very gentle tones. ”There is no intrusion. You have come for moss? Maybe some of the more medical mushrooms found here? This one knows where to find them, if you would like this one’s help.” So his father’s healing lessons were coming to help him now. He never was brought specifically to this place, but there were areas and locations that were more likely to have them than others, that and the smell. He was willing to help if she wanted it of course, but now that she was closer he could smell the tinge of herbs upon her pelt. It was interesting to say the least.

”This one is called Ame. What is your name?” He asked his own soft voice rippling through the cave. He was curious he knew two of his father’s students now lived in Glorall, it was very likely that if she was still learning they were coming for plants Ame had seen and even used before. His father by extension in a way was training this girl. While sometimes Ame wasn’t sure about his father and what happened while he was gone, one thing was for sure he had done a fair bit of good for the world by teaching his art to others.