Moonspear silver silence

It took a little while before she found the trail to be warming but her nose had led her true. Soon enough, she spied the last pale daughter and gave a little chirp back to her tagalong before striding on a little faster to meet up with her. Ame's tail wagged merrily, and when they could contact, she chuffed happily and reached to nudge her. "Hey," she returned in a low, fond rumble as she watched the juveniles greet each other. Surprisingly enough, she didn't scent Charon immediately in the vicinity either, which might make her chances of having more of Vela's focus even better. She had always found it curious how his lookalike had come to favor him so mightily. Something just a bit narcissistic about it, right? Although Ame was humored by it, as she expected no less.

That fact had always been fine with her. She had struggled more to connect to this litter when they were younger, although she had always been dutiful and loving; it did not bother her in the slightest when one daughter hugely preferred spending time with her father. She couldn't blame her. She had just been a touch more distant mother this year, perhaps thrown a little off by their runty littermate, a(n annoying) boy, and just how different they could all be. Plus, all of this was running closely alongside her other litter making for interesting yearlings.. The last year had been strange, certainly. "Are you busy with anything?" she asked, turning back to set sights on Vela alone this time.