Moonspear And that first kiss coming

Now that the puppies were a bit older, they needed her specifically at their beck and call for every moment of the day. She was quick to take advantage of this when she could. It bothered her to find her scent less prevalent on the borderlands already, so after a day spent exhausting the puppies to the best of her ability, she tucked them together neatly with their father and slid off. He could get some rest in the meantime, but she was itching to get out herself -- so she may as well put the energy to good use on the borderlands, shaking the rust off her own patrols and picking up wherever the last one she could smell had finished.

Although the unfamiliar call that rose up did not specify who precisely it sought, she was near enough to warrant an answer and slid through over the landscape to find the stranger. When she did, the wolf was not one she knew all dressed in silvered leanness, but the subtle scent of Redhawk made her immediately skeptical. Considering her absolute distaste for the (presumably still) leading pair, she wanted nothing to do with them and their lot. Bad things always followed in their involvement and she would have none of that here.

Amekaze's tail was up tall and her coat stiffened as she finished her approach, smoothly bold and confident as ever her on her borderlands. "What do you need?" she asked right away, not looking like someone interested in anything short of business.