Moonspear some legends are told

She roused slowly, but surely. It was quiet now.. but earlier not long after she'd bedded down, she'd flickered her half-aware ears to the sound of Tevinter's howl for his family. She'd not humored it with a trip down to see it for herself, but she believed she had a good idea what had gone on. The scarred twin (who was evidently a glutton for punishment by coming back here like that) was not welcome here and she trusted that Charon would make that crystal clear. Although, she still assumed he'd left on his own and that had made his howl unexpected, but not nearly startlingly enough to interrupt her rest.

Now that it was later and presumably after some type of resolution, she began to meander down the mountainside to investigate a bit. Briefly, her heart ached for Thistle but Amekaze knew matters among siblings could and, with the right fuels to the fire, would get viciously ugly. She'd been there herself and the gnarl of scar tissue on her chest was testament to that when her sister had pushed it too far. Further proof of it came with her having no surviving littermates. And while she didn't think the Loðbrok boys would let it get that bad, in the best interest of her pack, she frankly didn't want Tevinter here any longer to stir the shit up between them all and perpetually let himself wallow in unhappiness.

Nevertheless, her paws pulled up alongside a creek and she paused for a quick, refreshing drink. While there, she sniffed at the winds in test, then resumed her steady jog towards the mountain's most pronounced band of forest.