𝓂𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝑜 𝓊𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓁.

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     The tension in the S.S.A. was thick, draping over the building like a cursed zone. Amaterasu’s ears were lowered in distress, flat against her head. There was no Guardian Sapling to restore, no way for her to bring peace to the land. The goddess felt so powerless; no Divine Intervention would have any power here.

     The wolf trotted along the empty halls, paw pads making light sounds on the polished tile. Most of the humans who frequented these halls were either out working, or in their own homes. It felt so desolate compared to days prior. While the goddess typically enjoyed the quiet, this was just unsettling.

     Instincts told her to check up on those who lived within the walls of the building. Some were out in other locations, others keeping themselves occupied to stay distracted. One, however, had yet to leave her chambers.

     Strelitzia Nicolai. Amaterasu was most worried about this child.

     Gently the wolf nudged the door open with her muzzle, the slow creak cutting through the bleak silence. Taking careful steps she padded over to the bedside, letting out a soft whimper to alert the human maiden to her presence. Poor thing... Looked so downtrodden.

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     Amaterasu was not accustomed to having permanent lodging. The goals laid out for her often caused the wolf to travel across all reaches of Nippon, barely leaving a moment to stop and rest. When she did settle down under a roof, it was for hardly a moment before the tasks at paw demanded her attention. A free spirit entirely, the goddess wandered where she pleased.

     Quickly she’d discovered this wasn’t the case in Wonderland. Believing her to be a stray dog, humans would chase her down relentlessly. They would attempt to capture her, cage her in. They were no match for her speed, of course, but the thread still loomed over her head. The streets were not safe.

     That’s how the wolf found herself sitting across from a rather large building. Amaterasu had seen multiple people coming and going from this establishment, so she’d figured it was safe to assume it was a living quarters of some kind. How to get in without being suspicious, however, proved to be difficult.

     At times like this, the wolf desperately wished she’d had Issun’s assistance. Though annoying at times, the little bug provided a voice where she desperately needed it. He would have been able to swindle them a place to rest.

     The Okami flicked her ears, alerted to the approaching footsteps of a human. Black eyes darted frantically in the direction she’d heard the sound. They were approaching the big building, like many others before them. Maybe if she could... That might just work.

     Yipping out playfully, the wolf romped over to the human girl much like a dog. Most confused her for a white dog anyways, so acting as such was nothing new to the goddess. Tail wagging and crouched in a playful pose, Amaterasu barked twice more to attract the human’s attention.

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     These lands were unfamiliar to the goddess. Tall towers lining the vast stretches of sky, roads paved with stone and tar; much different compared to her Nippon. Though the cities were foreign to her, Amaterasu could still feel the presence of nature in the world. Her powers were diminished, but not enough to sever her connection to the Earth.

     Padding along the streets of this place -- Cestrelle, she’d heard the locals call it -- the wolf huffs in slight annoyance. All the time spent regaining the abilities lost one hundred years prior, only to have them ripped from her essence once again. This was becoming bothersome.

     How was she to act as a divine protector if she had no powers to boast of?

     Amaterasu’s ears flattened pathetically, tail hanging limp in remorse. Nippon still faced threat of looming darkness, yet the goddess was stranded from her calling. Never before had the wolf felt more pathetic as a deity. Ripped away from the land she’d sworn to protect...

     Now, all she resembled was a sad, abandoned puppy on a looming street corner. No person she’d encountered in this land could recognize her true form. Had they no faith in the gods? A bare minimum, else the Okami would have no access to her Instruments and Brush. A slight relief, if any.