Moonspear crazy hormonal fat whale

There remained that wariness, the one that made her temper shorter than ever even when she tried to not let it overrule, that still refused to be shook entirely. But, she was feeling marginally less prickly towards him in general and like humoring him a bit more. So, steps forward. Small, but necessary. She couldn't cite her reasons just yet and maybe, indeed, it had only needed some time. Something about the need to move on and put all the ugliness further behind them in the past was probably also a large part of the cause, too. With or without knowing Lazarus was dead somewhere and that he'd absolutely not had his paws on the thrall, her pups were coming and she needed him.

The glimmer in his eyes earned him a long look back. She intended to see this through, curiosity helped encourage her, but she didn't know how long that would last alone. At least with all of her immediate needs met, she had very little to worry about otherwise right now. She gave him a short growl of a response and glided forward after him. 

He moved quickly and gained speed with ease. She kept pace for now, all while watching the scenery skim by.