Moonspear when people become numbers

She twitched her ears a few more times and soon found herself stretching out long strides to close the distance between them soon after she saw her. Not bothering to concern herself too badly with which one exactly she had here, she'd begun to get better at addressing their similarities without being able to fully understand how intricately woven together the three dark daughters were. It startled her, to a point, but it was life's bizarre masterpiece at work and she was grateful to behold their wild beauty.

Ame matched the chuff and moved to nudge the girl's cheek, offering her a fond nip when she brushed her snout over her. Affection from her, while a little coarse in its presentation with a few bites and growls at times, would be reserved for her very few; the girls would know this, and she suspected, perhaps would grow to reflect much the same back to her. In sliding away with half a spin, she sized up the juvenile over her shoulder. "Busy?" she asked with her tail waving slow arced over her hips.