Used to her advantage, yes, but not in overabundance. She’ll need to use her ink wisely, but— no one mentioned a thing against a little entertainment. Off they go, into the mountainous range and snowscape, she’s been through here a couple of times with more travelers. And if that is certain . . .

She stops in her tracks to gaze across their surrounds and let her ears twitch. Looking over to Togusa again, the wolf’s expression is no longer resembling a smile. It’s tight laced, tense in a way to signal that there was not something to smile about around her.

Perhaps it is best that she sticks a little closer, padding in front of him and occasionally falling back to his side, stopping to stare at the ground and rake at it with her paws. When there’s nothing, she will nudge the back of his leg and pick up the pace. The cave should be up ahead.