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She loitered in the elevations just above the borders, feeling vaguely uncomfortable about not finding a good scent trail of Jace's and considering what to do with information like that. It didn't help that in the days prior, she herself had been a little scarce upon the borderlands, citing personal reasons for it too. But, she'd worked to rectify that now and eased back into her routines steadily. For now, she tracked for something noteworthy.

Before she could find anything good to latch her focus onto and effectively distract her from the unknowns, her ears quivered to the sounds of an approach.

Charon. She turned herself towards him with a low chuff and sway of her lifted tail, although he was still a good ways off still. Ame only moved towards him by few slow lengths and mostly let him close the distance when she noticed the momentum of what appeared as purpose driving his steps. The more of him she saw, the more she realized the unknown intensity that rode in on him as well. She regarded him with a curiously sharp look and sly smirk withstanding because not all questions could even be said.

Purposeful steps brought him right to her, just as she knew it would, and she continued to wave her tail slowly. She could smell neutral turf on him, presumably somewhat recent, and he didn't leave her long to ponder it -- soon enough, he was grooming her face and then behind her head. In response, Ame crooned softly, splayed her ears, and leaned her neck into the gesture for more. She showed the tips of her canines in a contented wolfgrin too.

And while she isn't complaining about the treatment (in fact, the opposite, since she finds certain sort of satisfaction when he's bold with her), she still doesn't know what exactly had inspired it. He'd seemed like maybe he was looking for her, not just happening to stumble upon her. Nevertheless, Charon hasn't been all too far from her thoughts lately, not since Nishu's death and his role in it, and she wondered if there was any internal backlash following it all. Yet, he seemed.. wholly uninhibited by anything like that here and now.

His growl behind her ears sent sparks spreading down her nape, and her hackles quiver upward after in response. She shifted somewhat as his touches curved down her neck and rounded her back when his paw draped over it. They've been here before, so it isn't from that alone that she's feeling remarkably warm yet still like shivering.

She lets it be for a breath but slides from underneath it in the next to curve back onto him for an attempt at a nip then lick on the cheek. There, she lingers in close, suspecting he may make an immediate bid for above her again if she stayed too still so she moves against Charon -- first nipping behind his ribs then on the haunch before pulling away, tail up and with a bold saunter to arc around him.

She doesn't intend for any of it to read as denial, but intimacy of any shade (beyond the heat of combat) it is a closely guarded secret of hers. Her tail flicks when he growls at her choice and she watches keenly from the corner of her eyes. She wanted him to prove he'd still pursue even if she pulled away and teased, because she is curious of how much effort he may expend on it when she's not exactly in season, or necessarily anywhere nearby it.

While it is their right alone to breed freely, and more secure for the strength of the pack that they do it among themselves, she knows it isn't the time for that. Instinct isn't begging for it in that way.

She was tangled up with a strange yearning of her own, though, one that his boldness had inspired more than once. It was this that kept her curving back for more despite how unfamiliar to her it seemed. So when he returned to her head on, she leaned her neck against his reach with a low, throaty growl of her own. The rest of her followed and she focused on dragging her muzzle (with hints of teeth now and then) down his flank while simultaneously letting him at the length of her broad side.

After not letting many of her nips loiter for long, she snips gently at the edge of his thigh before it's out of her reach and angles her head just enough to watch him with a little more than only her periphery. He makes good on what she'd sensed his goal to be and for right now, she stays and holds back the mischievous urge to keep sliding away in favor of the heavy tension pooling rapidly in her gut. It draws her focus, and has her interested in finding out what all it may entail should she indulge.

She hopes that he knows the value of what he's asking for with a new paw up by her back, because even where he stands, he's come much farther than any other male she's known -- and she's allowed it this time. Amekaze bumps her hips against him lightly and slowly lashes her tail, despite his very near proximity to the motion.

She growled, low and deep, and flared her hackles beneath these touches. Teeth on her scruff served as a welcome distraction, especially since there was an initial vague unease coming from being mounted. She reasoned it stemmed from her not usually being one to belong on the bottom of.. well, most things and her lips curled back because of it. But with a little shifting, namely rounding out her back and arcing a raised neck towards his grasp, she adjusted enough of her weight (and some of his) to help ease her. Now that she's more comfortable, she finds a new greedy impatience taking over quickly -- the next move is his.

From here on, she's just as inexperienced. She can pass no earnest judgements towards a few misses when she's far more concerned with the anticipation of what's to follow anyway. Even if it is not something she knows of herself, she is curiously yearning for more with his breath hot on her neck.

All of which falls away to forgotten as soon as two meld to one finally in this encompassing and mysterious aspect of life. Naturally she tenses against him in the beginning and snarls promptly. It's unfamiliar and intensely personal on this new level she'd never come close to before, so it takes her a few beats out of the rhythm to catch on. Yet as she often is, she's inspired by his intensity and swayed by his motions. Soon enough, she's settled to panting growls, all while engrossed in the tempest of sensations as she leans into his grip.

It builds up fast with each consecutive motion playing off the one before it. She's enthralled, wild-eyed, and alive with her heart racing and teeth not far from her neck. She knows deep in her gut that a culmination is approaching and while she does hear his words, his best response for right now is a sneering flash of teeth and low, growling-moan. She's wasting no effort on words, not when she's so consumed.

Amekaze greets the sweet release openly, panting as she comes down from her own high. She is his, he is hers, and all this -- from their electrifying breaths to the mountainside spread below and above -- is theirs. When he slumps over her, she steadies herself anew and glances fondly over her shoulder. She's still catching her breath and it takes a bit of time during which they remain tethered anyway. Ignoring her new tenderness is a little difficult at first (and all the more reason not to move yet), but she is satisfied, and basking in the bliss of their scents intertwined in this way.

They part, and she shudders softly in the afterglow before she catches the contagious yawn he'd given to her. She splits her jaws and stretches out too, down to her toes. She's feeling good, perhaps different and strange because it's still so new and foreign, and wanting to stay close to the company of her newly christened mate.

She doesn't need to know what had been the last urging to make this so. Nothing needs said at all, and Ame softly nips her teeth back at his muzzle when he came in close to her. She lets her speckled other half move ahead by half a body length, presumably guiding a path to elsewhere on the mountain. When she does join him, she bumps her shoulder against his hip and moves in tandem.