luck and pluck

She loitered, sniffing about here and there to commit a few scents to memory while she could. Since she knew the wolves here best through names and Charon's brief synopsis of each, she was eager to match those descriptions up to more. But, one step at a time. When she heard approaching steps, and saw Charon not long after, her focus turned readily to him.

Her tail swayed, gaining speed slowly as he came in close to greet her. She reached for his shoulder to nip a quick welcome of her own when she could. It was good to see him, and even more so to see him seeming well enough -- his wounds even looked better, too. "Mhm," she replied, smirking, for of course she had come. Even if things were not as whole on her end as she would have liked, it was still time. "How has it gone here?" she asked, but glanced past him just as the words finished. A sterling wolf with vivid eyes appeared, and one look at him made her suspect he was one of the youth Charon had mentioned.

He did well to confirm this and quickly, she realized his mood was evidently a warm one towards her. At least in part, she was finding the answer to her question already. "Greetings. I am Ame," she said, although suspected he might have put this together already.