The huge full moon had turned blood red, and even now, a few nights after, its alluring brightness illuminated her forested pathway in shifting, spotting patches. Content with this kind of familiar company, she moved lightly over the landscapes, and thrummed with the restless wiliness the season would grant her, but relatively without concern or need for the moment.

After a fulfilling day sequestered into the mountain's solitude close to only @Charon, her wants were sated for a time and she was ready enough to move down and out again. She wore his scent thickly, worked well into the thick ruff of her fur, and this with, knowing that he stayed close kept her in relatively decent spirits anyway--the last days had been a necessary reprieve from the slew of troublesome concerns, after all. 

But despite a large chunk of her subtleties on this having fled, she knew they still had outerlands to keep watch over and a mountain to maintain. The very thought of which brought an increasing edge, especially now, if she ever needed more motivation as she angled towards a lower path.

Their scents were here and there at once, all woven so intricately across these paths, both fresh and faded. She knew without a doubt that their influence ran deep.. even when she selfishly receded to the heart of the mountain, nothing out here was going unseen by them. This, as it often did, brought her some measure of solace, but as far as she cared, it could stay a short-lived relief for now. Much more than that, she wanted to see them--tangible, real and in the flesh; when she finally got the glimpse she wanted of at least one, she could think of little else in that brief instant.

She closed space between them and nudged into her daughter's neck for a greeting. Should she let it, she fondly deepened the gesture with a low rumble. It took her a beat to collect her words into anything beyond contentment. "Yeah, being back down here is.." she drew off and stepped back half a length when she did not have the most immediate of summaries for what she stewed upon. Nice, because routine on her coziest of routes soothed some part of her. Cold, because Charon wasn't immediately here, touching her fur with his. And, what she'd rather not dwell on--Unsettling, in all that awaited, and the what was to come. She was looking at Alya as her conflicting distractions tangled, possessive and feeling affectionate. Instead of all that, above the din of it all, she chose to just enjoy seeing her striking dark daughter. "I missed you. It is good to be back around, in its own ways." she finished with, two thoughts, at once, but there were more. She wagged her tail gently anyway.

"I miss anything good?" she asked, then played a more familiar smirk onto her expression.

She settled in to listen with her attention peaked first and foremost about the Blackfeather boy. Rightfully so, with everything else mainly mundane, he proved to be the most interesting piece. "Oh?" she tilted her head at the glance and would not mind hearing more about it. Blackfeather, who they had struck their balance with as far as she knew.. which she realized, may even be in part to their time seeing. It seemed a little like her father to have an interest in theirs.

"Hm. Well a little is still something.." she wouldn't discredit it entirely just yet, especially since she brought him up at all. Who knew how many others she encountered that weren't even worth remembering. "Is he strong?" she investigated with a nod. "And fierce and scarred and magnificent, I hope?" she sneered with a small touch of humor in her eyes then. If he would ever consider himself worthy of her earnest affections.

Ame sensed that Alya may understand why she asked the things she did. Accordingly to her answers, and how readily they presented, she had been keeping her eye on about the same too.. so the mother could appreciate that. "Sounds interesting, but that is good. I hope he can," she breathed as for his magnificence with a curious glint in her eye. At least he had the potential, and she recognized this all as necessary--unsurprisingly. Ame had tried to piece together an image of this wolf that had caught her daughter's attentions such as he had managed to do, and had to wonder if interest would last long enough for her to see him ever.

As for her father, she tilted her head at the apparent acceptance of it, just like that. Perhaps it stemmed from him being Blackfeather, but if anything, she had felt Charon's stance on them circumstantial. There had to be more. "Why is that? Beyond the fact that he is any boy short of perfection.." and that Alya was Charon's daughter, certainly beneath the gaze of his scrutiny when it came to those situations of boys and beyond. She felt that protective prickle too, albeit differently; she would support what was in their best interests, of course.

She gave a flick of an ear first, then followed with a soft hm. Vaati. Still, elusive to her sights exactly, but now with all of these details to tie together, she now had a far more interesting picture to paint. Alya's thoughts on Charon's opinions made a bit more sense with this in place.

Still, this was information she had not anticipate quite so clearly. Perhaps also that explanation she had been looking for towards their present peace with the Blackfeather--she refused to smirk outright, lest she encourage unintentionally. Maybe that wasn't everything. "Ah.. well. Does it have anything to do with the balance struck with them these days?" she paired with a small head tilt, still interested in piecing it apart better. No matter if it was subtle, she wondered what her daughters had been up to, and suspected nothing less.

She reasoned that Charon couldn't fault him for nature of being of Blackfeather alone, considering his own ties to there. The contexts were plenty different (especially if Alya would see this ever become more)--childhood friends, both, though, but even Ame did not know the lengths of that bond--not beyond his protectiveness over it since it had simply always been. Plus, he was the son of that friend--how should that play into this entirely? However, also Kjalarr.. Tevinter.. whichever he had been at the time--who was also Floki's very twin. Amekaze wondered about this, and if the boy's head was as fickle as his father's. "Sounds like Vaati already did well to make a bad first impression on him anyway. I would like to meet him myself one day, too.." This impetuous, young Dark Master was a curious figure among their recent histories, after all. At best, Ame had only met Meldresi once years ago and that was the most that she had to do with that lot except for hearing mentions of what they could do, or had done; she was horribly out of their loop.

There were depths at play here, she knew, and only nodded thoughtfully to keep these new pieces at heart. Maybe it was something that would matter more, or not, but she was listening and she would remember. Then, to the favorable return, she waved her tail for a few sweeps then. "No rush," she chuffed although it was marked by a hint of gratitude. She would like to make her true call on this Vaati then.. whenever that may be. For now, it was fine to be her daughter's matter and in the cerberus, Amekaze had faith--as she would be busy soon enough anyway as she caught her thoughts looking to wander back to her mate.

But much the same, when she made for her nudge, Ame leaned against it and tried for a quick nip back her way before she turned her sights that direction. Happy to grasp the idea of the rest of the sisters, Ame's steps were light and sure to gain speed soon once the trail took shape and they were on the way.