Earlier in the day, she had receded into a higher stretch of elevations on the mountain—very against her recent norm of almost always hunting or patrolling on the lower reaches since the attack on her last remaining pale daughter. Set on perpetual edge from this notion, after already simmering from far too many loiterers, Amekaze had been on the lookout for a fresh kill-streak until today, she disappeared.

Taking her seclusion and fresh new inappetence with her up the bitterly cold creek, she still found she liked the day alone and well spent away at her own beat, so knew to hide her tracks. As well as the snows and heights allowed, she roved, and unwound, ever subtle in her cues. Only by the time dusk began to roll around would she consider anything less than this, exactly. But even then, there was a very narrow gap for what was going to be deemed alright. He would know how it was, though.

Night spread across the skies, and with it, the moon shone brighter than ever even through the clouds. Over a well-lit, snow-covered path, she gradually moved downwards to find a new roost closer to the treeline—where she knew there were caves that weren't entirely frozen and the wind couldn't cut to the bone quite so badly.

Finding a suiting spot gave darkness time to settle in with her. Once found, and a few fluid leaps later, she scoped its view out surveying the horizon back down to her claim. In the meantime, she had hopes to catch wind of @Charon. Times had been too tumultuous, lately.

Now as she aimed to plant herself here further, sated somewhat by the moonlit sights granted to her above and below both, she could try to relax. She lounged comfortably enough but it still wasn't going to come too easily. Her spot, while good (open skies, close to forest, not all ice), was still missing something she wanted. Going to find him was one matter, and one very easy answer at that. She knew it wouldn't take long to find him.. but, truthfully, it might not be much longer before he inevitably found her. She stubbornly willed herself into patience, and would trust that he would just know what she wanted and deliver.

While not exactly a prudent thought and she knew it, she selfishly wanted her mind a million miles away from all the bothers of these recent weeks. Being with him made this easier anyway and also let her press closer to that desire than any other. Together, alone, she wanted to chase that faraway forever. She sighed and peered longingly up at the moon until she could hear him.

He didn't need to say anything. A hungrily sharp nose and tipped ear had built the anticipation more, and soon, she looked away from the moon and turned her head just right to watch him arrive. It only took a second to adjust as she studied him a long moment, keen.. pleased, and yearning for the company she would only allow from him. He had long since proven to her that he could rise to such an occasion, and that he was worth it. By now, the proof lay powerfully true in their surviving daughters and son—on the whole: fierce, fast, alive, and thriving. Although not without their misses, she was hard-pressed to ignore the beauty and strength of her successors who were good.

His determined look certainly did not go unnoticed by her and it had her sliding up to her feet instantly into a slow, soft prance. Invitingly, she tossed her head. Ame was sensitive towards him, yet comfortable and confident, more so now than ever with him here for her behold, and arced her tail to show this. She was no stranger to any of this, and knew how it was, what these wants meant—what nature would have of her, of them, their pack, and before the rush could catch her, she exhaled a long sigh when she reached his white fur. Such touch sent her snaking against him, pliable, and easy. Everything that bothered her was further away than ever.

The moon was so big. How could she not.

Spring would come soon.. of this, somehow, she wanted to be certain. It had to be true. Her teeth combed eagerly through the fur on his neck, down to his chest until she moved to bump her shoulder against his when the rest of her fell sidelong against him. She would have all of later to tease, taunt, and play more because she knew that he was hers, and that he would humor her mischief in this; he would know the value in it by now, and the need she'd stake in the days to come as all of this deepened, then grew stronger. This had only started but she wasn't wasting any time.

She crooned a low, but somehow soft, sound that she didn't make very often--for him only, as only he could warrant it from her exactly toned as that certain way. Naturally, she tapered it quick to a growl, yet knew he could make no mistake for the overwhelming need she pressed against him. Most of all, she liked the warmth between them, even when she could feel like she was burning from inside out too. Every aspect of his presence, down to the very sight and scent of him, stoked it so perfectly she could never see it end, all made better by the familiarity and lack of doubt. Everything else wretched, bitter, and awful be damned. She would have this as she so pleased; a moment between them, where only they mattered, and everything was in their control.

His teeth on her scruff instinctively shifted her stance, sharper and even more expectant all of a sudden as she swung her hips towards him suggestively, although she did match this with a half a show of her own teeth. However, to this, she was offering no objections and knew he needed very little urging, so he would be very quick on the uptake to her willingness to seal the deal.

Ame liked the play and the romping to proceed this sort of business, and true, she liked pushing it to the points of savagery in the spirit of the fun she would be sure to seek later. The thought alone made her heart race more, solidifying it into something somehow even more sacred to her—as well as piece of her that would only belong to him in that unique way. To her, and while she would never say it so plainly, it really was that she loved him and in this way, she felt she could most clearly let him know the depths of it. An initial magnetism had grown into so much more.. to here, now, where they stood after the many, many moons spent together.

But when it boiled down to it right this very instant, a heartfelt dedication to the cause kept her aimed at the point of it all now. Even there, she could find a certain shade of delight. A different one than the chase and pursuit, sure, but a surprisingly comfortable one nonetheless. Deep down she knew what needed done, what the dance of her body would have happen. She wouldn't deny it and instead, satisfy; she'd seen what they could do, and by all means, nothing was stopping them here. His grip loosed a low growl from her but she bent herself subtly against him in return—not complaining.

Unrivaled, tucked well into the depths of their mountain, she was his to behold and went willingly into his embrace.