Moonspear some to dust and some to gold

It wasn't the worst timing it could be, she reasoned, since they would still have the end of summer and autumn to hopefully have bountiful hunts. With the famine behind them, she was admittedly more prickly about resources than she had been prior, so perhaps a hint of her trepidation about late summer whelps stemmed from that. Although, she reasoned, she probably would have found something to worry about no matter what time of the year it was. Something about the imagery of new fresh blooms budding everywhere and puppies underfoot simply seemed most natural, and idyllic to boot.

Still, she chuffed softly, grateful, to his congratulations. It did ease her worries when wolves of the pack took this news well. In the long run, she believed this would make it easier -- and better for her and these pups. Only Charon's kind of 'meh' response had really managed to concern her, though.

But, on Lazarus, she was stone-faced with a subtle prickle towards the subject when he mentioned their finds. She swiftly found that didn't bode well with her, nor the belief she had that he had died somewhere in the mountains courtesy his fall. However she remained hesitant to let too much on too soon. She'd need a minute with this information. "Hm," she grunted, and fought off the urge to lash her tail nervously at the thought. "Well, if anything, it is good to have some sort of hint to actually track from now." Amekaze kept her sights dead ahead. "While I would rather hear it be about finding his corpse," she grumbled, even after attempting to pick a positive out of it.