Moonspear night ride

Ame sensed that Alya may understand why she asked the things she did. Accordingly to her answers, and how readily they presented, she had been keeping her eye on about the same too.. so the mother could appreciate that. "Sounds interesting, but that is good. I hope he can," she breathed as for his magnificence with a curious glint in her eye. At least he had the potential, and she recognized this all as necessary--unsurprisingly. Ame had tried to piece together an image of this wolf that had caught her daughter's attentions such as he had managed to do, and had to wonder if interest would last long enough for her to see him ever.

As for her father, she tilted her head at the apparent acceptance of it, just like that. Perhaps it stemmed from him being Blackfeather, but if anything, she had felt Charon's stance on them circumstantial. There had to be more. "Why is that? Beyond the fact that he is any boy short of perfection.." and that Alya was Charon's daughter, certainly beneath the gaze of his scrutiny when it came to those situations of boys and beyond. She felt that protective prickle too, albeit differently; she would support what was in their best interests, of course.