Moonspear who's they, anyway?

Having returned from the heights she could only reach in summertime's longest days, she was winding a route down to eventually rally her youngest litter, or any of her family really (she wasn't feeling picky--) to her side for the eve. There was no rush in her steps quite this soon, however; she trusted those she would seek to be around when she got to it.  In the meantime, on her own, she took in the sights, the sounds, and innately with her every fiber, enjoyed the sensation of life, thriving, here beneath her, all around, and in her heart and soul. She went as she pleased, content, undisturbed, and found the winds that spoke with a hint of her eldest progeny before all else.

Amekaze eased up her pace, slowing down and keying in when she realized this. She was not upon them yet. Close, though, and knowing their ilk, bound to get closer if she went on. Maybe even without it, but she remained very much at ease with this notion, terrain and ferocity looming in mind as shadows streaked over the mountainside near. This was all she could want, and to her, it simply said home.

Fresh off the loftiest elevations, she was feeling exceptionally peaceful by her standard, but time and circumstance had her gradually cuing in to something far more keen. She was just slow to fire today, it seemed, as a hint of a smirk curled her expression before she slid to motion once more--this time looking for the most subtlest of pursuits while she went gradually, carefully closer.

OOOGH this is bad but i'm tryin to get back into the swing of things for real and just aaaaaaa this looked lonesome