The summon was clear and crisp, so she dallied no longer on the quiet borderlands. She'd known of Floki's return, but assumed he was resting or, so let him have his solitude undisturbed. She guessed that if the news from the wilds beyond was pressing enough, she'd hear about it just when the time was right. But, since Jace had brought back nothing of noteworthiness weeks ago, she also reasoned that there maybe just wasn't anything to report this time around.

She picked her way along the most direct path and made quick work of the terrain at foot. When she spotted his silvered shades up ahead, her tail waved and she moved to nudge his shoulder in greeting once she got to him. He looked to be in one piece (from what she could tell , which was good -- and relieving all at once. "A little bit belated, but welcome back," she chuffed in greeting. Even if he was not freshly returned, this was the first chance she'd had to tell him that, so the thought remained anyway. 

Charon arrived soon after, and Floki didn't waste any time getting right to the facts. Amekaze's ears were pulled forward at first, but swiveled back as soon as the subject matter was revealed: two new packs.

She could be an indifferent neighbor if left alone and with plenty of space to spare. Any further pressure on that, or her associated hunting grounds, certainly inspired a quick iciness. But she listened on. Neverwinter forest was.. close, but not painfully so. She still didn't like it all that much, though, and this wasn't something she vocalized quite yet while she listened on. She enjoyed access to its resources and liked using it for travel reasons, so a pack there was certainly not advantageous to her, pretty friendly or not.

But not only that. The coastal one made her curious. "What were they like?" she asked, trying to gauge what else his scout trip brought back on them. The suspense Floki let build on them did make her wonder. Had it gone well? That, and she knew of their attachment to the coast considering it was his birthplace as well. She'd definitely feel prickly if someone came claiming next to the Sunspire and she had to know about it, after all.

She pieced together some sort of impression and would remember the title Captain Ferahgo for whatever it may be worth. She found it somewhat pretentious, anyway, but a strange manner of speech did interest her very briefly. That could mean many things although her interests did not have long to linger. The story developed further into a curious twist and went straight to.. graverobbing?

She knew her expression shifted to a very mixed one. Ame wasn't happy about more packs most of all -- be it here, there, or anywhere else honestly... and while she didn't have personal attachment to Ragnar nor his grave, the notion of it was highly suspicious. Why steal old dry bones? He'd been dead so long. His hackles shifted in a reflexive ripple as she sorted through this news.

If a scavenger had come along and wrecked it, that would be one thing. She did find it hard to believe it was just some mindless scavenger that had taken the whole skeleton away and even this long after the carcass would have no real use to anyone struggling to find sustenance in the Wilds.

Ame glanced between the boys to gauge their reactions with her own frown suggesting her thoughts on it. To her, it sounded awful.. and useless to bother with stealing bones (of a grave that to her knowledge, was tended to occasionally by the family), if they were trying to make some kind of statement, it went over her. Then again, she did not know Ragnar nor the Bay he had lead for a time as intimately as they did. Her ears slicked back and her silence was a pensively tense one for now, since it was far too easy to imagine the wolves with the self-proclaimed Captain being the ones responsible somehow.

Indeed, they were just bones. That did help ease some of the tension about the topic it seemed because it was true no matter how you looked at it. Thistle would probably be saddened to know about this having happened, but there was nothing they could do now that the damage was done. Ame still didn't trust the idea of more packs along the coast and wouldn't until she knew they stayed away from here. 

She shook her head once she couldn't come up with anything else distinct to question about, since he'd covered his bases well with what his travels had taught him. "Nothing really comes to mind," she said softly and glanced to Charon. She mainly appreciated knowing what she did now and wanted to mull it over alone next, especially if there was a chance Wildfire may bring back more news of a similar nature -- assuming she traveled in any of the same directions. She may even find out where the coastal pack had settled.. unless they were notably secretive about where their claim truly was. But, a lot of the things she wanted to know more about would just take time to see how it unfolded.

She was satisfied and with a slowly waving tail, she chuffed a soft thanks before Floki could leave entirely. Ame was happy with his choice of duty because his effectiveness was certainly noteworthy. Since she had always been one to appreciate skilled scouts (whereas some alphas may have no real use of them), she was quick to favor him for it.

Anyway, after she watched the silver scout go on his way,  she gathered herself up for much the same. On her way past him, she smeared a lingering lick onto Charon's cheek and then loped off in a different direction than the beta.