Moonspear some to dust and some to gold

Amekaze was silent a beat, not certain how to answer why she believed, no, knew, he would think that without having to explain exactly what had happened. Whatever Charon had done may have changed it somehow, or with her heat being over he may have been a touch more mild, but she still held firm to that belief that Lazarus wanted this mountain. He'd made it clear to her. He never left until removed, he'd heeded her (until that happened), and hindsight told her too that it should have been far more obvious sooner -- especially as Dash spoke against him. She nodded somberly, feeling bitter because she had not done them better, either. "I knew he caused some unease in the ranks, especially among the other males. I did not know how.. personal it had ever been," she grumbled. "To me, he was always mindful. Until he was not." she huffed, and that had been the last of it.

Nevertheless, Lazarus and whatever was left of him aside, Dash was insistent and she knew right away she was not going to shake him so easily. Let me help you struck a certain chord and she eyed him, conflicted. Everything lately made her wary, distrustful, and just generally prickly feeling. This was no different on the surface. She wanted to keep it all at a certain distance. Helping her was not.. meant to be done in the typical sense, "I know," she said with a narrowing look. "He will be a threat until we can know with certainty that he is dead, unfortunately. I do not want the notion of him hanging over us, or me, constantly though." She exhaled a sigh and pulled herself up to stand, then stretch out -- first with her forelimbs forward. Once up, she shook her coat. "For starters, help me by finishing my patrol with me," she smirked, although an undertone of old tiredness began to seep through as she gestured towards the last swing of her route. She didn't rush to leave the shade yet though, but would hopefully keep this discussion going, just on the move so she could get two things done at once.

Ideally they could resolve this strife all soon but her hopes were not impossibly great yet. The trail grew colder by the day and soon enough, she wouldn't want to spare the able-bodies to go on a wild chase for him, especially not when she would no longer be attending the borders and would have lives of whelps to concern herself with. That edged closer by the day already.