Moonspear sing a new song

While not necessarily the intended effect, her mention of her own dam appeared to have perked some interest -- enough to discard the question, or at least distract from something. Subtleties always at play, she could only behold so many, so soon. At the least, her interest in the topic, no matter how genuine or deeply-seated, was one Amekaze could foster gently while the rest was simply kept in mind. With some coaxing, it may come up again and until then, the topic filed away neatly for later. "Mm, well, she was many things. Alpha and sage of her mountains, fierce, wise.. It depends on what all you want to know..?" she paused to steal a moment of consideration that sought to meet the blue of the girl's eyes: where to else begin, exactly, for a dynamic wolf of many, many faces such as her? "She had dark fur like us, only not so pitch, and one golden eye." Amekaze provided for the accompanying imagery. Her lip twitched, for somehow, this seemed relevant enough to her dark daughter's question.

Ame realized she could recall her features remarkably well, and remembered her honored mother's dry wit and casual disregard of all laws except her own so staunchly that a vague disbelief followed -- had it been so long already? Her dam had been a wild regal and empress twice-over, dashed with the hint of world weariness the aggressive, impassioned juvenile Ame had struggled to understand entirely back then, so she had to wonder what it could be like to cross paths again -- here, now, all these years later, and if some day her own cubs may feel similarly as she was now in thinking of her parent like this.