Moonspear their blades were bared

She could spy the streak of white-fur well before she reached her, even in the darkness. When she slowed up appropriately, she rumbled fondly and arced her neck over the sleek girl when she came in close, although the half-embrace stayed fleeting. If she got the chance, she tried to nip lightly at her daughter's pale furs--anywhere, it didn't matter. She pulled back with a slowly waving tail and small lull of her tongue as she panted gently. "Heading down for patrol eventually," she answered with a sigh, and lifted her snout up for a contemplative sniff. "Probably to find Hydra." Not only because the dark mother wanted to stoke the bloodlust of the triplets without Charon there to interfere, though.

"What are you up to? Have you seen your brother lately? Or Vela?" She didn't notice any fresh scent of theirs afoot, which was fine with her truthfully. Now the puppies were starting to truly come into their own beyond their half-year mark, and Ame was more interested in more one-on-one time with them. Even Jarilo was growing somewhat more tolerable most days. Although also much less bite-y and clingy, which may have been speaking here. She still found her thoughts more wholesome and easier when she was just with them, either sparring with her son or stargazing with the girls. They were exactly why she was so devoted to protecting their peace.