Moonspear smells blood

She liked the distraction, the blood in her nose and in motion, she couldn't complain about a good little stretch to vent the frustration. The rabbit tattered more with the whip of her neck, and what was left, hung slack in her jaws when she stopped long enough to notice Terance's approach. A mischievous ridge of fur started to rise along the backs of her shoulders and her tail was arced tall, but nothing else outright hostile on her suggested he shoo from her sights yet. She was curious of him. If he was used to being around her menacing daughters, it wasn't so different--and at least there was only one of her.

Easing back, she dropped the leftovers and panted softly. "Yeah. Not bad," she answered with a short-lived smirk. She appreciated the painted snow with a slow, subtly appraising nod, then refocused back onto Terance. "Pretty satisfying," she said, reaching to give the skin one small little shake before dropping it again. She'd recommend it. More so than the endless patrols, and the steady stream of bad news trickling in from elsewhere. All she could do to keep at ease was keep her loved ones close, and guard these packlands for them all. But--ripping up a rabbit skin carried none of that heaviness behind it. She could just shred and eat and enjoy the simple pointless things before everything was all business again. On that thought: "I know you keep busy here," she began, eyeing him. Between with Rannoch, and Hydra, and the others.. Amekaze knew that Dante's son had integrated pretty well into their mountainside lot here. "How are things on your watch?" she gestured down, out, and knew he was a little unsure of how best to gauge Terance on a relatively-amicable level--especially when she was so keyed up and distant.