Moonspear is this what you dreamed, then?

They seemed to be mindful enough to understand, and do not offer her any resistance in what she wants to know, and perhaps hear. Their skills are varied, and painfully pertinent to her interests to find one a guardian and the other a naturalist, with two malleable minds with the possibility of potential. It was not lost on her to know their whelps wore the names of stars too much like her own, although she would make no remarks on this here, or now. She committed them to memory, names and faces and all else, and weighed what it was now, versus what it could--and would--be.

And truly, on the surfrace, this still made her several sorts of uneasy and a half glance at her dark daughter reminded her why. But they needed the growth. To have them come as a skywatcher and warrior aligned far too well to own interests for her to hold their cubs against them. Now, give her another turn of the moon or so, and she may have a different notion on her tongue, but by then, she could have more than first impressions and chit-chat to build from in regards to Dakarai, Olive, and their two pups.

"You may stay, should you all work to mend and carry your share--and then some." As they claimed to be able, so this would come as no surprise. She only needed it to be clear; they would understand why, exactly, soon enough. Matching a subtle gesture to all things at her disposal, she spoke on. "The mountain prospers. My family is small, but strong, and made of naturalists and warriors as well," she revealed. They may be able to make it work, too, and as long as her nerves weren't run short by their little caravan, this could become their home as well. "I am Amekaze," she tipped her chin for a swift nod.  "It is my claim alongside my mate, Charon." The counterbalance to her in many, many regards, they would be best to find his good graces too.