Relatively rapid growth of her unborn puppies in the last span of two weeks had finally arrived her at her most troublesome symptom of all: feeling this crowded out in her own body. While only the beginning of it, for her guesses based on the turn of the moon left her at least several more days of this, she came to recognize it almost immediately and with great dismay. An appetite from hell and a moodiness that came and went with less predictability than the weather were all one thing, yet this, she hated it so much more.

She sat all sprawled out in the softest, nearest spot of grass she could find with her ears pulled back and eyes fixed on some di point on the faraway horizon--desperate to reach beyond this body and not have to concern herself with it for, oh, about the next moon or so--all while fighting the urge to just go nap again. Gladly, she would do just that if not for how uncomfortable she was. Not only were the puppies growing, but they were active this afternoon too; she knew there was no hope in trying until later.

She tried to will them into a state of likewise zen, although based on the hard lines of her expression and quiver to her lips, hers was a struggling grasp too.

When that failed, she got up, paced a circle then returned to right where she'd been. Before laying back down, she scratched softly at the earth, annoyed, and plunking down with a sharp huff. She tried stretching out a different way, and maybe just marginally, it helped.. until her hunger decided just then was the best time to remind her that her last meal had been awfully small, and not-so-recent now that the afternoon was almost through... 

Her ears couldn't pin down any further.

Torn between which problem to address, and which one to surely irritate in exchange, she just stayed put with an ugly scowl on and did nothing as aggressively as she possibly could. Eventually, her nose quivered to the scent of.. others. Something smelling most like food interested her best. She started to move to get up, but the unfamiliar male (+meal) came into view so she eased her elbows back down to the grass to observe.

Sight of such an unknown yearling raised a halfhearted prickle--although she did know of him, secondhand through Charon and Hydra. The presence of food did draw her focus more than anything, too, even if she made sure to not tunnel-vision at it. She tried to wipe the worst of her disgruntled mood off the forefront of things, for now. "Hi. Terance, yes?" And most notably to her, Dante's son.. not necessarily something she expected to have here, considering how badly Dante and Charon had clashed once, but lo and behold here they were now. She was hopeful, though, as she liked the longstanding Blacktail alpha well enough herself. He had been a good neighbor to her, and kind of in a roundabout abstract way, brought Charon into her keeping, too.. 

He seemed wary and she supposed her countenance was doing little to help here. She carefully pulled herself up to sit upright, at least, soothing her ruffles and moving just enough to reach for the kill, per his offer. "So you have been staying busy already..?" she quirked a brow, gesturing her snout towards the lamb, all pleased to see the silvered yearling working well already but the voice of the youngster drew her attentions entirely away from him for a beat. She was a loud little thing (which for a half-second, made her remember Alya's loud phase), as Ame turned to regard the pup while she wandered closer, seeming curious. "Cassiopeia, hi," she greeted back with a far less  volume and kept her eyes glued on the youth. Her brother had left his first impressions, and seemed to be a stubborn little boy who would need to learn himself fast. How fared the sister of the duo?  "What is it..?" she asked, uncertain what she meant exactly, and not yet able to ascertain that it was an age old, simple question: why?

Whatever it was Terance was about to say about his mother fell to the wayside after the pup had come upon them. Although her mouth had started to water because of the food's scent, she studied the young Svartell carefully. She issued another single syllable and when she looked to her own sides, Amekaze began to understand it better. "Oh. I think what you are asking.." she said to the girl, gesturing swiftly to her flanks, obviously enough. "It is because my puppies will be born soon," she detailed with a level look down at her. She was tired of explaining things such as pregnancy and the like to the younger crowd by this point, after her own girls had done their share of verbally assaulting her over it; Still, she believed it was important for them to understand so she weathered as much of it as she could, usually. By now, she was just about done with it.

"Want some..?" she asked, to the small group as a whole, before she moved to rip into the skin of the meal for her own piece to eat. After a moment spent to quarter it off and then swallow it, she glanced back to the silvery yearling. "Anyway, I am not surprised Charon brought it up to you already. Osprey was important to him, so I think some of that is bound to rub off onto you," she mentioned thoughtfully. "Point is, it is good to meet you," she gestured gently to him, but kept a good eye on Cassiopeia, with who she had a certain wariness about--but she wanted to give the whelp a chance.