Moonspear if he sleeps, he will get better

With the seasons have come the inevitable shifts. The pack has been phasing through one of its own, and of all its wolves, she feels perhaps the most keenly aware. They had suffered their losses, but it spelled no greater end. She wanted to see them stronger in the aftermath, and better as spring would shift into summer soon. As for what exactly that may bring, there was no telling.

She knows devotion to her is one thing. One of several, but it always appealed, selfishly or not because how could it not? She was not demanding by nature. Particular, maybe, however only to the benefit of the greater good with her at the center. Amekaze had led for long enough to understand what nuances she preferred above others and what worked well with the flow she sought for herself. A certain sort of motivation always struck her and forced her to pay even greater attention than she normally might.

But, Lazarus. She nodded to the name and again to the purpose. No surprises that it was kept simple, either. In its own way, it resonated with her. This mountain was her most prized possession. "I am Amekaze," she introduced in return. "And Moonspear," she gestured appropriately towards the spire in a quick, fluid motion before returning to him, leaning closer. He did not strike her as the sort to need the lengthier explanations, not when everything else he needed to know was right here in front of him, he only need know where to look. "Prove worthwhile, and you may stay." But an expectant glance over him said so already and she followed with a hint of a smirk alight with curiosity. He would know this. She could generously gift the time to do so, yet in a blink she could cut the slack short. He did not make her think she would be left waiting long.