Moonspear we were always so damn insecure

She had never seen large flying shapes like the ones from just a few days prior. Whatever they had been, one top of all else, they had bothered her and put her guards up. This had her placed nearby the mountain's base when the pleasant voice rose up, but Ame's nerves still gave a wary rankle at the thought of strangers in wintertime, and right now when she could hardly trust some of her own, let alone the random passerbys.

Still, she was around and had nothing better to do at the moment, so she would go answer the call for the leadership. While there, she'd have to find out more before she would make up her mind--but this was without knowing what the stranger really wanted yet. Ame found the lightly-coated wolfess in good time and descended the mountain toward her, swift and sure-footed.

When spotted, she arced her tail and looked expectantly upon her, a pretty flaxen yearling. "You called?" she clipped once closer.