Moonspear ornamental and quite divine

She rounded her back and kept her gait rolling, slow, and almost thoughtful down the dampened mountain path where in truth, it's with a distracted mindset at best. Focus comes and goes, she can almost swear she hears puppies whining, whimpering, grunting about in her head -- she's been so surrounded by only them, so conditioned to attend just to them in the very few weeks since she's had them. That realization left her feeling a little funky, out of place, and perhaps more determined to stay out to clear her head until something came to contradict that. Or, maternal instincts just become too much to ignore.

For now, she's coping well enough and covering ground, so when a bark vies for her attention, she's sharply back on the point -- a brand new one. Ears tall and a pointed look lead her right to an unfamiliar scarred face. 

Which alone rises her hackles but her nose knew better, even over the din of petrichor. Vaguely she decided to recall Charon mentioning him having accepted a new male -- a wolf from Stavanger, one she might have even heard of in the past, but she didn't really go so far as to collect many details at the time. She'd been too tired to be hassled with it then. Seeing him now, he was a unexpected addition and she narrowed the distance between them with smooth strides in the next breath after, interested in finding out more for herself.

Ame arced her tail and was not shy with a good long look over the whole of him -- in which she spied the bundle in his jaws. "Busy?" she asked, gesturing towards what he carried, and punctuated it with a curious sniff. She stayed in motion just subtly so.