On the backend of this bitter wintertime, it was getting easier to range about and cover ground on the mountainside. She still tended towards the lower reaches, on her hunts and patrols alike since many of her favorite pathways further up were covered in snow and ice yet, but it was easing back bit by bit. Time, and good sunshine, would help.

But she still found a lull in her motion on a quiet swatch of mountain, and stole pause somewhere just above the eastern borderlands to consider whether she was hungry enough to eat yet or not. Consensus said.. she wasn't, skies overhead were all clear, and restlessness quickly disagreed with anything less than moving. Her tail lashed and she moved on again with a slow slink, unknowingly pivoting closer to the trail looking to align with hers.

Unknowingly, at least, only for a short while more. Amekaze's ears pulled forward towards the sound of paws.

She twitched her ears a few more times and soon found herself stretching out long strides to close the distance between them soon after she saw her. Not bothering to concern herself too badly with which one exactly she had here, she'd begun to get better at addressing their similarities without being able to fully understand how intricately woven together the three dark daughters were. It startled her, to a point, but it was life's bizarre masterpiece at work and she was grateful to behold their wild beauty.

Ame matched the chuff and moved to nudge the girl's cheek, offering her a fond nip when she brushed her snout over her. Affection from her, while a little coarse in its presentation with a few bites and growls at times, would be reserved for her very few; the girls would know this, and she suspected, perhaps would grow to reflect much the same back to her. In sliding away with half a spin, she sized up the juvenile over her shoulder. "Busy?" she asked with her tail waving slow arced over her hips.

She chuffed softly, then dotted the silence after it with more affectionate rumbles. At least she had found what she was looking for, and Amekaze perked her ears for the girl's question. None too surprised by this considering herself and how that transposed onto her offspring, she nodded without a shred of doubt. "I can," she replied readily, shifting her paws very subtly. So very few had been victim to the fullest extent of what she could, or would, teach— but these robust young daughters of hers were the most rightful recipients of any. "A lot of learning to fight is practice.. tons of it. Experience, and having a good feel of your strengths, and how to wield them, comes with it." She had learned to fight in motion, too, only imparted with pointers and a basis from her parents that had taken years to hone properly. 

As for how she would need to learn it, she would have to find out. "What do you know already?" she flipped her muzzle in invitation, so she could see where they stood exactly for herself. Finer detailing could always come later once she knew where to begin.

A forwardness that could keep her driving towards her goal would serve her well in learning how to fight successfully. It had been an early ticket to various victories herself, so an old sense of deja vu crept on her watching the juvenile make her moves. For Ame, keeping such technique in mind surely helped ensure a share of her wins. The first strike was important, and as a wolf of speed, it was one of her greatest assets; it was good she knew this. "Mystify, mislead, and surprise the enemy," she quipped softly through a playful leer. The words were not corrective, instead to further encourage. These were perhaps among guidelines she knew the girl followed already, just put to words alongside the motions. She was well on the way to having it plenty understood, most likely, and Amekaze continued to track her movements carefully.

Her defenses had already slid into place, so there was little need to remind her there. With that said, though, she curved around—when she fought, there was much motion. She liked it with a flow, circling and spiraling constantly if she could work with the footing. "And as so, the expert moves the enemy, and is not moved by them," she imparted, then demonstrated by swinging snapping teeth towards her limbs, and using her body language to attempt to pressure her into moving too.

She was greedy, and had always liked to take the lead in battles because she was comfortable being brash in them. It was a lot of using what worked to her, and what could match well to tactical speed. Hydra's skills were just now starting to make it clear what would, and would not, suit her needs in this field as she learned the spectrum of it all.

Still, her steps were light and dance-like as she moved away, point demonstrated. Her words served the framework--control your enemy. From an individual to a group, separate them, divide, and carve away at them piece by bitter, brutal piece until there was nothing left. But those were drastic measures, and ones for another time. Next, she'd just let motion say the rest and have a little fun with it while she was here with a sharp student. She drove up the intensity of her next motion, and let it all unfold.