Amaterasu noted the lack of space on the rock. It’d be unwise to try to climb up to the very top, so she stayed on the rock just below the man. It would be a bit harder to tell if he could see the unseen, as she didn’t have her divine instrument on her back at the moment. This area was hallowed ground and there weren’t demons and monsters nearby.
She made a light breeze move in a different direction with her brush. That acrid smell that lingered in the city seemed to be carried by the wind and she truly was unaware of what it was called. It was irritating, though.
The wolf didn’t seem bothered by him, so Hakuba sort of shrugged it off. He hadn’t been aware that this particular area was inhabited by wolves, but then, it wasn’t like the Japanese government was really forcing animals to stay in one specific place according to race and class, was it? Ha ha.
Chuckling at his own private joke, Hakuba pulled the coffee from off of the briefcase and set it on the rock, opening the case to fish out a little bag of crackers. He opened it up and pulled one out, held out his hand.
“Would you like a cracker, wolf-san?”