The life of the city was precious; it often blinked in and out of existence, depending on the city's circumstances. Amaterasu had made it both a habit and her duty to restore what flora had been lost from the city; able to bring out the former glory of ill-stricken trees with a mere swish of her ink tipped tail. Today was no exception; Amaterasu had begun to make her rounds around the streets, painting life into gloomy trees. She would've continued, had she'd not turn around from a recently revived tree, only to come face to face with a woman with hair as pristine as the ethereal wolf's coat, standing directly behind her.
Amaterasu would reincorporate a half-lidded stare, seeming not too bothered by the woman's sudden presence, a quality that was unlike most 'animals' (who would most likely flee in fear, let alone wander city streets). Instead, the creature's tail would sway slightly, a grunt given as a wolf's way of saying hello, unaware of the woman's feelings towards the situation.
