Moonspear eyes closed, ice cold

She stalked their edges on these clear, cold nights, as the forested band gave her passageway with some cover so that she could rove even longer into the eve. Galaxy's death, still so fresh and cruel, stung bitterly, especially as the stars shone so proud and bright overhead on the endless sea of black--just as she would love, of course.. but Amekaze had seen to that in the last way she was able and ensured that her daughter's last resting place would always have a view unparalleled. It had begun her mourning, after the necessary investigations of course. She had needed time, and it was what she would take.

But with or without entire answers on why her daughter had died, she had a feeling the cogs were in motion. Drageda had already moved south, and her Cerberus had ranged plenty. They were mending the yearling from the Caldera now too.. and he'd be one less to their cause thanks to his sheer stupidity. Amekaze wasn't particularly pleased with any of it, but she was frustrated and just barely contained. Her sights set towards the lands beyond in a cold, scowling stare.