With her own personal highs came low-points that culminated unexpectedly, and in the aftermath of it, she was a long series of seemingly conflicted feelings. Relief was there, in a way, but so rose a fury that she wished to act upon if only she could find the right outlet -- which was a dark trail with few headings to work upon right now. However there was more than just that at play, and she was not even the one wronged so personally.
 

She seemed to be stuck in a state of perpetually bristled, and cast a stormy stare off to the landscapes beyond her borders. The dark alpha had taken to traveling them attentively in these recent days to protect, to reinforce, and to wait, all of which was amplified in the absence of her mate. She swiftly found she was anticipating his return for a great many reasons, one of which was not knowing how long he'd be gone or how far he would travel. Spring had her greedily itching to rove anyway and the idea of a potential goal out there was a tantalizing treat, but as was part of their strength, she manned the home-front so that he could search unburdened by worries of how the home was.

Right now for the hour, she'd steal a moment's respite and rest her feet a spell. She had come to a relatively clear stretch of borderland and curled herself into a circle there in the relative open, careful to tuck her paws underneath herself yet remained watchfully poised still. Her senses were trained on the land ahead of her and what was beyond.

The lands beyond were still, as they usually were. Beyond the idle chatter of birds and a few clouds moving overhead, nothing changed, until a pale-coated presence appeared from her periphery. Amekaze's attentions shifted quickly; she was unfamiliar to her, but marked in pack scent -- Charon's, specifically, so that disarmed her concerns before they could grow. She also noted the female's kills, and perhaps wondered if she aspired for a formal distinction of a hunter here. But, that was still getting ahead of herself.

The stranger was respectable and mindful in her approach, and Ame tried to ease her most evident of tensions aside so not to rouse unnecessary concerns. "Mm, watchful, I would call it.." she murmured thoughtfully. Troubled was.. not wrong, but she wasn't going to fess up to the length of it just yet. "I am Ame," she breathed as she unfolded her legs to stand -- mostly so she could shake out her coat. Feeling so prickled was a difficult sensation to shake off but as she stilled, she looked to see if just her name alone may spark something familiar in the others expression. Most likely, her speckled mate had made a mention of her.