Amidst a whirlwind of events, spring had sprung. The hints of greenery deepened by the day, the scents changed from barren to freshness, and the mountain began to show its capabilities. It was still small, perhaps a conservative effort on nature's behalf to spare itself from any last cold snaps, but it was undeniable, and she resonated with the sensations it brought.

But, for all the hellacious lows and dizzying highs the last month had brought, while she was doing well considering all things -- made alive, perhaps more whole -- she knew it was not all. Wildfire hovered on the edges of her periphery, without her knowing exactly how concerned she should be. She could just be out scouting, or something could have happened.. even more than she realized. By extension, this brought her to Floki -- her beta and her brother now as well. She hoped he was well, and assumed he searched some as well. To round it out, there was also Jace's absence on the mountainside. She really tried to believe he would be back soon and that he was not needing her to go looking for him. So, with all of this in mind, she'd descended the mountain only to hike towards another.

Her pathway moved without a strict heading for a while, that is, until the scent of blood lured her closer. She prickled at the notion and sped up, bringing her into sight of an unknown gray-scale female. Wildfire's scent lingered on the breeze too, making the alpha tense because obviously, the red yearling was here no longer. Maybe she had only just missed her..

For now, hoping to glean any answers she could before the trail could go cold, she loomed upon the other with her tail up high and question burning in her eyes.

Amekaze's hackles were stiffened, and the silver-toned wolf went for an explanation readily. She appreciated the promptness, at least.

The mention of knight struck her and her eyes traveled to the slain coyote, processing this with glance and a grimace. It was the best lead on Wildfire, one that was ticking with an expiration, so she would keep it quick. "Hm, not the first Knight I have known.." she exhaled and closed ground on the carcass, although kept a watchful eye trained on Kinra as she did. "I am Amekaze, of Moonspear." Despite how clipped she was feeling and how she often was not very forward in introduction, she could give that much along with a jerk of her snout towards the peak.

She was not sure how to feel.. because she understood (as well as she could without the exact culturing to make it so) Nishu's distinction as a Knight, and was this the very same? Her sorrows for him were still raw across her heart; she was naturally wary, and somewhat suspicious considering the time. The question lingered if she had been intertwined in Nishu's histories at all, but she'd get there soon.

Amekaze straightened, and took the briefest of comforts in knowing that Wildfire was nearby.. but the mentioned wounds almost offset it completely. "How bad are the injuries?" she asked. "She has not been home. But, I can take this there. Hopefully her soon too." If she didn't get back there on her own, that was, although Amekaze wondered if this was some self-imposed exile. Last she'd seen her, she did state wanting to be alone.. but knowing she was injured (and perhaps not taking care of it properly if this knightly loner took concern with it) potentially changed things.

Mixed feelings prevailed above all things, even down to the coyote dead at her paws. While she was glad it was dead because like this it was at least a meal or some padding in a cache somewhere but she was sour it was around here at all (assuming Wildfire murdered it nearby) and even maybe it contributed to her wounds. There was still a lot to wrap around here yet the overall point remained that Wildfire needed to regroup where it was safest to do so -- at home.

Nevertheless, the female's respect is one thing, and the briefing on Wildfire is another to which her focus grabs onto with a furrowed expression. Amekaze nods and "hmms" softly because there is not much for her to say on it; it's not good news, necessarily, but it could always be worse. This, of course, is without her knowing the full extent of the yearling's injuries, the ones that went unseen. "Nishu Inte. He was among my pack for a time.. but is now deceased," she answered simply so to keep her sorrow in check on the matter. As much as she hated to dash the silver knight's evidently growing hopes, it was perhaps best to get it done quickly before she could get ahead of herself and look forward to encountering a fellow Knight. There would be no meeting him, as much as she would have liked to let it be so. Fate in the form of a bear (and Charon) had other plans.

Familiarity rang in the female's tone, and Amekaze knew not what to expect. She did not know where Nishu came from originally, just that he had been tossed from the Ankyra cliffs and somewhere before that, had trained vigorously to ingrain himself in the way he was. Ame had only been left to imagine what kind of life may mold a wolf like him and soon, Kinra confirmed that she knew the very same wolf -- her words matched him so well that Ame skirted her green eyes away briefly, fighting off sadness with a taut expression about her.

She nodded, unsure of what to say precisely and how to say everything that sat so heavy on her chest with the ease she'd need. "Indeed.. his toughness was so.. distinct, and he seemed to know no boundaries," Ame reflected, bitter and sad that he was gone but yearning to move past it to celebrate a life starkly different than so many she'd known.

There was much more she could say but the question posed was one she felt obligated to answer suddenly. "A bear. A dead bear, now, but.." she replied and drew a measured breath before continuing. She wished that it was truly that simple. The bear had been the worst of it and he had suffered injuries few ever stood up again after, then even gone on to survive past the few hours she'd suspected it may take for death to come for him. Charon's.. intervention, no matter how inevitable the outcome, was another matter entirely. "He held fast to his stubbornness until the very end," she looked pointedly at Kinra, not even sure how to express just what way she meant that. Not only had he survived what was a finishing blow by the bear, but he had fought back when death had closed in on him yet again..

She gave a pause and meant it as room for final questions for this encounter, because she would only stay so much longer. Amekaze was itching to track after Wildfire, or at least take her kill back if the trail failed.