Moonspear The truth of the matter

Ame shook her head. "You did not, do not apologize," she said to dispel that concern. Thistle wasn't out of line. Ame was just.. unaccustomed? No one had asked. She'd never had a fellow Alpha and deep in her bones, she did agree with Thistle. Alphas were supposed to be the ones breeding. It was their right, and she'd been raised under similar customs with her parents being the alphas, so indeed, alphas would be the ones breeding. "Alphas should.. but he is young still," she mentioned, having been fairly certain he was not too close to sexual maturity. He'd get there one day and maybe that'd change things, but for now, Amekaze was uncommitted. "And for the time, I have no other intentions for a mate.. nor would I know if nature deems it, ah, fitting." Timing was important in this sort of thing and she had absolutely no sense of it, or experience -- despite her age and longtime standing as a dominant wolf. Just as Thistle said: nothing was certain.

Then, she found she liked the joy put behind the matriarch's words. "Indeed. I like being mainly self-taught in that way. It is... a personal sort of victory that I find few things can rival," she smirked, tail switching as she spoke too.