The downpour didn't deter her. For the first time, it really, truly, was a rainfall speaking of springtime and she was caught in its allure, hungrily breathing deep the scent of the rain as she kept in motion over the trails despite the rain. She wouldn't melt, after all, but her distracted bliss for the warming weather came to its end when she smelled blood. Senses prickled up to a new poise and she was off towards the source with the very next breath.

The obscured smells didn't guide her on the truest path but she was brutally quick to cut the distance away as an expert at navigating these spaces. In the end, she couldn't say if it might have cost her anything for the scene she came upon looked plenty escalated already—worryingly so. A slim unknown female with dark fur, one of her daughters, and a broken leg just to start.. Her heart raced in her ears and after barely taking the time to discern anything else from this, she lunged silently for the stranger's side teeth-first, willing every fiber of her being to let her to get to her before she reached Hydra's flesh.

She dug deep and with everything she possessed in this mortal realm, she sought to bring forth enough speed and force to offset any ill fate befalling her daughter. All she had to do was redirect it, turn the outrage elsewhere, and open an opportunity for a strike; she could take the blows better than her juveniles should, but there was little doubt for their ferocity already—a severed leg was proof of this already. When her teeth found purchase, the rest of her momentum followed and only scarcely did she realize that now there were two of them here with her in the next breath. It might have tipped the odds further in their favor, but now, she had two very, very precious matters here and an aggressive rogue. This teetered the dark alpha to a delicate balance, one she couldn't even ignore in all of her rage: that absolutely demanded she protect their lives and see that this stranger's ended.

While the grip she got was a start, it was not meant to last; the rogue wretched free, leaving a piece of herself behind clamped in the vicegrip of her teeth so that she could turn upon the second daughter. Blood led the way, she spat aside the flesh and fur, and Amekaze's new lunge came roiling with fresh fury almost instantaneously— however was hardly any need. One of her scions got there first, and dug out her throat in prompt retaliation for turning upon one of her other halves.

Amekaze still closed in anyway, abruptly, and with her bloodied teeth barred as she glared into the crumpling attacker to make sure that she was done and dying. It was not a clean kill, yet few greenhorns would manage it with such certainty, and for a very first kill at that. And although it went unsaid, the motivations were clear. Family, and one that even went deeper than that which Amekaze could only perceive from the outside; one between them, cut from the very same, and so fascinatingly intertwined that a threat to one drove the other so far, so sharply, and so unwavering.

Her own tail was flagged at the thought (the occasion, somberly sang her histories), although she did not move to stop her from the finishing onslaught; the wrath was justified (she felt it too) and towards its expression, she was observant as her own heart rate and body began to ease back slowly. Amekaze felt nothing beyond foul contempt towards the invading female. Sight of her, taste of her, was bitter. Now, she was nothing and they were left to do as they pleased. Perhaps she was not even worth rotting here. "Are you hurt?" she asked once the dust began to settle, to either of them, or both, worrying over the answer with a lump in her throat already that drove her even nearer to her girls. She reached to lick comfortingly at Alya's cheek, should she have it, and kept an eye on Hydra in the meantime.

The stranger quickly fell away from all focus while everything that was left of her went cooling, bloodied, discarded in the dirt. Both of her concerns were seemingly well enough to take it in stride, assuring her with their just a scratch and I'm fine. Which at first glance, indeed, so it did appear. She smelled far too much blood, and spied little nicks and ruffled furs here and there--perhaps enough to suggest a bruise later on, who knew? But for fresh out of a hostile encounter, they were alright. She couldn't tell if she was proud, unnerved, or a little of both and then some but she looked them over the same. "Good.." she breathed, nodding softly.

Although realization seemed to creep on them both as it did for her, too. This rose a wary ripple of her hackles, and Ame's ears splayed back promptly. In the very first instant, she did not realize the gravity of the little, tiny nick on one's ear; scars didn't bother her, not on herself nor on others. It was seeing them both meet a similar cognizance in putting it together themselves that clicked it into place for her because of course, they were painfully identical and this was not.

Still, she measured a breath and exuded a powerful calm, in part for herself. She nosed her snout gently behind Alya's ear, the offending one, and admired the mark up close should the juvenile allow it. "It may take time," she murmured and attempted to swipe her tongue over the mark to clear any blood or otherwise. Her claim was surely not as certain as they wished, but a somberly realistic one. Ears were notorious, and painfully easy to collect the notches on. Even for her offspring, this could be the same. They'd seen notable the scars on their father's hide, and even her own more subtle ones. It was no different for Alya, Hydra, or Lyra. "Flesh may mend with no mark if it is kept clean and tended. Pyx will have something to help soothe any cuts or aches, but whether or not it will be the same as before, there is never a guarantee." Doubled in meaning, she passed a glance to the dead loner fleetingly as she began to move away from her young. Life's only certainty in death itself.

Swallowing, and worried to address the matter of what set the girls apart right now further, she looked upon Hydra. "Want to leave her here to rot, or take it elsewhere?" she asked, well, of the one who'd landed the loner in the position she was in now. As Hydra's kill, it more or less fell into her first preference. While not interested in putting a lot of effort into it, Ame didn't care to lure too many scavengers to here, and neither were times lean enough to warrant dividing her up for her meat (not that there was much to her) so she was hovering near indifferent about it--and just wanting to see it put behind them all, more than anything.

She noted, and supported, Alya's suggestions with a slow nod. A trophy, then, and something for them to terrorize if they needed to. It was nothing more than flesh and bone now, so her indifference towards that, at least, remained quite undisturbed. "Left to scavengers, in some manner, since not worth any more effort than that," she supplied. No point in any grave, and times were not tough enough to warrant eating her--unless the girls had a hankering for trying wolf flesh, but the mother would pass. "Either right where she fell, elsewhere to rot, tossed out the territory entirely, or even cached away in case there ever is a need to warrant it. At best she is food for something now," she said, then glanced skyward to wonder how long until the birds came circling. "Depends what you care to do. Leaving her be is easiest," she reasoned at least, letting the girls move forward, should they want to. She'd see to it beyond there, if necessary.