Moonspear bully to knuckle duster

She didn't like that tone.

Ame arose, and arrived in due time, although with a grimace on before she even made it onto the scene. She knew nothing but bad news would await -- his message had conveyed just enough to let her get prepared for finding out more about it. Once there, she glanced first between the pale males with the beginning of a question forming, then it was the scent of rot that drew her away immediately. Her nostrils flared, the information gathered itself neatly, and she got as many answers as she'd get. Ness..

The realization came cold and bitter, so a heavy sigh followed. She drifted a bit closer to the remains, mainly ignoring Charon and Lazarus alike for that moment, and saw for herself the extent of the wounds that had finished her packmate off. Amekaze's dark coat prickled, in both distaste and unease. Not an typical beast could leave gashes like them. Frustration and heartbreak hardened her scowl as she turned away from the remains while showing the tips of her teeth as the scent of Ness' decay stung her nose. She would likely not linger long; they could do whatever they wanted with what was left of the bright-eyed scout, but she wasn't interested in a lengthy involvement here.

Hunger kept hovering in the back of all things and pinched at her belly, but she had no appetite, nor words. This was grim and she accepted it as she could.