Charon kept the tension on and she only watched, sharply honed in on the yearling just in case. She'd gladly be present for the moment of his end, should it escalated there suddenly--so far, though, it did not. He did keep it just difficult enough, in some simple way. Ame was certain that he should be grateful for no fresh wounds, not yet.

When he gave a name, her eyes narrowed and she would not be forgetting it. Titmouse. He didn't know where he was either.. which was disappointing, but not surprising based on how he'd vanished. Coordinates on him would have just made it too easy. Nevertheless, this was a step in a good direction and Ame saw this as an appropriate enough segue for what she wanted to see him attempt to explain. Deep, deep down there was an old deja vu about this, and she slid up closer to Charon's side menacingly. She glared sternly at the silver eyed boy and looked terribly poised for something worse somehow. "Why was he here?" she asked. "Why were you here?" 

If it weren't for the state of his leg, she couldn't say for sure she'd have him this long. While she liked the answers, for he was giving them up more than thin air ever would, she didn't feel like she needed him. He could be a valuable bargaining piece.. should they need it in the greater scheme of what was to come, or he could simply be a liability on their behalf. Ame couldn't see clearly which way this could go yet, but she was determined to push it in Moonspear's favor always.

At least so far, Redhawk was too busy with their Blackfeather problem to raise hell about this one. Moonspear had sent word, though. There was little reason to by now. He was tended to, kept warm, fed, safe.. somewhat, she had to think as she loomed over him, dark and menacing. Maybe they accepted that easily enough because maybe the leadership left behind after Fox were a touch more sensible, but still, she was guarded about it thanks to old transgressions and not very generous herself. "So you two were not coming here together?" she asked, just to confirm what went implied enough. Having arrived on the scene after so many others had not left her a very good understanding of who had been where when. "And you saw nothing of what happened?" Ame had seen Galaxy afterward.. none of it was obvious, but there had been something. How it had been done and why a Redhawk had gone hauling it out of there afterward was what bothered her more.

Nothing was really going anywhere too quickly. These were still answers, but were literally the most bare minimum that she felt comfortable with considering such. Her eyes were still narrow and ears fanning back, vaguely annoyed but still, could that really be all there was? She glanced towards Charon with a small sigh and an irritated tail-lash. Her interest in him was waning. They had some new pieces, but nothing groundbreaking. Still.. this wasn't over quite yet.

"You are Fox's son, yes?" Ame asked, returning her sights to Gannet, although she knew he was; she wasn't exactly prepared to wait for him to say otherwise. He had to be. She wanted the confirmation though. The bird-themed name, the sterling eyes, the simpleton head.. "She stirred an awful lot of shit for me in her day. Your father, too." Although to a much lesser extent, she still would hang it over him if she could--not that she expected it to seem to sink in much considering what she thought of their intelligence.

"Too much trouble follows when Redhawks start lurking around my own, and I will tolerate no more. You are lucky.. especially that the leg is all they got to," she gestured, leaving a foreboding pause to remind him to be thankful for his life, every second of it. She only didn't kill him because she didn't want the Redhawk backlash right now, and he might continue to be more valuable alive. "Although that could always change." she quipped and turned, brushing against Charon with the maneuver. She was tired of looking at the Redhawk, and returning the lead of the situation to her mate with that. She had new facts to ruminate on and no patience left. He was free to do as he pleased, or save him for another time and leave with her.

He said nothing more, and as such, without the kindling to burn over, she would pick and pry at it no further. Charon punctuated her point with a show of his teeth, which was good, so she believed that was all that was necessary to help it all sink in. From the interrogation to her warning, it was up to him what he took with him at the end of the day. Although she hoped that if and when he made it back to his fellows as the Caldera, healed, that he would remember her unforgiving coldness towards such Redhawks, and that they would all be wise enough to leave her alone here. Gannet may receive all the treatment he could need, and kept among them with a shelter and meal in his belly, but these were not typical times--and neither was he was he a typical sort of prisoner, if calling him such was even proper. Knowing that this could very well be the last shred of generosity towards their lot she may have in her, she didn't intend to push the issue unnecessarily.

A piece of her waited for Charon to finish looming over the yearling (half curious if he may lash) and thoroughly ingraining the fear of the Spear into him. She had already concluded her matters here however; everything beyond this was just to see what may happen, but even that waned. With that, she moved off slowly. When all was said and done, and she was out of sight, she slid away for the higher slopes.