Moonspear gleaning gleaming

Even when she didn't see all three, she knew, instinctively, to be ready for all three. If not now, soon, and if not quite all in body, there were three wolves worth of learning and experience primed and ready to seamlessly rain upon her like no other could. At least, unlike like any she had known of the whole great many she'd encountered--and this was only with a year behind them each, nurtured by the certain brand of affection this duo of alphas and setting could provide.

Instead of being more concerned with the force of nature they could wield, she delighted in having them challenge her. She watched Lyra from the corner of her eye, staying ever mindful to keep a little distance between her even if it let the younger wolf guide the alpha's placement subtly. When her maneuvers were starting to tense, Hydra closed in with snaps to further pressure her close and she didn't even have tabs on the nearby Alya enough to concern herself with it right now. Ame could only assume she was near too, somewhere and somehow--they were a trio after all.

They were pinching her in, and space was getting thin. When she felt she couldn't quite slip out of this one so easily, she had to go about making space. In an instant, and midway through a motion anyway, she changed her approach from evasion to offense. She swung this momentum to the one coming for her head-on--Hydra, presumably, and looked to clatter teeth to teeth, or at the minimum, close enough to force a reaction that she could use to gain ground.

She'd clash, and volley back as able. She knew they were onto her and likewise, so the dynamic threading between them went far deeper than words. Where she moved, they responded, and when they retaliated onto her, she welcomed it in full. Above all, she loved them all far too fiercely.