Meanwhile Ayame was camping by a river and staring up at the moon as she sharpened her carving dagger. She wasn't really an artist but carving wood was always something that helped her think. She picked up a piece of wood that was sitting next to her in the pile that was her stack to burn for the night. She was dressed in her armor and her katana was laying next to her bed roll. She wasn't sure why she had traveled this far from Japan and for what reason. She stared at the fire for what had seemed an eternity as she whittled the block of wood into a wolf. She looked down at the wolf in her hands and was suprised to see that she had carved Isakar's eyes where a regular wolves eyes would be.