Her patrols seemed practically endless, but always with good purpose in mind with her youngest pups roaming and dangers persisting beyond her mountain, so she wasn't far when Hydra's call rose to the winds. Amekaze didn't doubt that Charon may be nearby too, as he was often on the same page as her when it came to matters like these, so after a few minor adjustments of her route, she honed in on the Beta of the Spear.

And as it would appear, she was not alone. Not her sisters, although she sensed they were not far away either, but an unknown male who unlike the last, was conscious on arrival. Ame's ears were pricked, angled towards the stranger, and she greedily drank in sight of him—noting his hues, his size, and then lastly, his youthful undertones that the rest of his features threatened to almost overshadow. But, quite interested in what this may be (her dark daughters didn't let her down), she closed the distance with her poise and self-confidence in plain sight, though she brought a healthy measure of curiosity as well as she lurked upon the pair—one that would have the details soon enough.

Clear and concise, she was given the details straightforward--and sure enough, as expected, he provided an interesting sort of potential in what he supposedly knew of the Woods wolves. From the sounds of Hydra's report, he could link them right to the wolf that had made an earnest attempt at Rannoch's life, and he was apparently keen enough to remember his manners, by the look of it. She listened on, quirking her lips into a subtle smirk, then watching as more faces of her family arrived just behind her.

While she had never harbored issues with the Woods wolves before, and having always known of them somewhere in the background, well beyond to their days of Meldresi's founding and her own Sunspire, what her daughters had reported on the attacker made her furs rise. One rogue madman didn't fetter her, not individually, but her youngest offspring roamed now.. and soon, perhaps even into the greater expanses of the wilds. None of them showed outward interest in the worlds beyond their slopes yet, but that was just it: yet. They, along with her other fellows upon the Spear, were far too valuable to her to simply let this go, not when they could easily have the force to do something about it--with warriors and tactical minds at their disposal.

But, he looked the part of a capable wolf, and as an aspiring warrior and tactician, Drogon strolled up an alleyway quite relevant to her own interests. "A warrior and tactician could fit well among us," she glanced to Hydra knowingly. "How fares your experience in both so far? Have you been on your own for very long?" As a mercenary already, Amekaze suspects there should be something even more behind only his burly outward appearance.

Charon then hit with a barrage of questions that flicked her ears this way and that. Ame was far more indifferent to the Woods, it seemed, but she had no ties to them beyond her longstanding neutrality--a healthy measure of leave mine alone, and I will do the same, one that had begun with respecting Meldresi from a distance, once. But so it seemed.. that could change. "Do you think you may get to speak with her alone? Hard telling what their protocol may be if they know one of their own may have a target on his back," she mentioned, and surely they did, if he had returned to their fold wounded by Moonspear fangs. While she did not want to tell him not to go by himself, because she did not doubt his ability to fight his way out, but maybe it could be best if he only appeared to be alone when approaching them.

She was keeping to herself that itch to help her Cerberus finish what they had started with Rannoch's assailant. Hydra was making it easy to want to take that action, though, both in her own doings and by finding individuals with potential like him.

While Charon believed it would still be simple to call the wolf he knew, Amekaze's skepticism remained. Blackfeather was far too much of an unknown, and an established, long-lasting presence at that. She wondered how far his familiarity with one of them would truly, honestly go after what had happened already; it was difficult for her to trust them, even if her mate did have his tie to one of their lot.. unless she was majorly important there, then Ame would stay iffy, and decide how to approach that later.

But for now, and what mattered more in this immediate instant, Drogon had provided an insight which she would keep in mind. Then, as for himself, she found no faults. His answers suited her, and even knowing what she did, she still wished to pick the young male's brain a bit about the topic of Blackfeather. But not right this very instant, especially with other important details about Rannoch's attacker to exchange, and then, for Drogon to settle in, perhaps get a meal in his belly, and rest up. Amekaze knew if he were to train at Hydra's command, he'd need it, and her knowing silence on the topic suggested that she approved.