Moonspear this flesh, these bones

She drifted quietly with her gait an easy walk, hovering between the edges of the midlands and the borderlands with a path that zigged and zagged lazily. Neither of her present options seemed to interest her much, so she lingered between the two main choices: picking up a proper patrol or heading back to the immediate area of the den. Which, while it was a nice den, situated appropriately (Charon had done alright with that one, admittedly), she was reluctant to stay there too much already -- likely much to her mate's dismay. She'd have plenty of time there eventually and that urge to really "nest" hadn't set in strongly yet.

Amekaze opted to wander for now a bit more towards the borders. They'd still not found much about Lazarus, which was concerning in its own right. She had not set aside much effort to think about him recently, thanks to the distraction posed by Althaia and Harley. However Lazarus' scent had taken a long time to fade from certain spots along the mountain, it seemed. He'd been attentive to them, but finally, she was noticing less and less. It helped her not think about it..

She huffed a heavy sigh, and stuck to the most shaded path she could find.