Moonspear on the move

Well tired of corralling this year's growing litter, and subjecting herself to the brunt of their energies, she was not about to waste any time here today as they began to rally them up and out for good finally. She encouraged them all forward, planting playful nips where she could reach on her way through and by the little quartet of bodies. Whether or not they were ready to roll, she wasn't waiting up; long strides forward and she was soon out of their reach as Charon (featuring one of the girls) rose a howl to the winds. Since they had it well covered already, she let them have it, and waved her tail with a soft sway, indicative of her light, eager mood.

She looked over her shoulder at them gathering towards their father, and half-paused while waiting for the pups to warm up entirely to the notion of new momentum. She stood in quiet observance until she noticed an unexpected face arriving among them--Drogon. A piece of her was certainly glad to see him, not that she had anticipated him being among the first to answer them. Last talks with her daughter, and much of her own nose's doings, suggested he was very, very scarce lately. Since he was evidently quite here now, he warranted a curious tilt of her head and low chuff of a greeting all the same.

But after half a glance back at her littlest litter and next thing she knew, Vela was here, zeroing in on him. Ame's ears perked up towards them, and tension was immediately palpable. Her hackles gave a half-hearted lift, and Hydra set upon it to diffuse immediately. Once that was said, Ame contributed her own to further help nudge this along: "Come on, we have some ground to cover," she whuffed, mostly at the pups, but for all of their sake's too, as she started to lead the way to the rendezvous.