Moonspear heavy-weight

Her son's silence was heavier than normal, worrying her. Speedy was soon on the answers, and Ame's expression creased the more she heard and the more the scene was set for her. A low exhale and this, well, where to start?

Blackfeather, of course. This mention irked her, she knew they had been snooping around nearby, and already Moonspear had tangled with the one that hadn't hesitated to incite said violence here. What did she look like? she asked, wanting to be absolutely clear her suspect was good to go on here. It didn't sound like Speedy had known her from previously, either, so Ame ruled out past issues easily. Likely, it was looking like she was jumped for being of Moonspear. Where was this? she asked, picking for more details, and Charon's arrival punctuated that much for her, just after she had pivoted to look the medic over better.

He was bristling, so her hackles rippled anew as she tensed, head lifting and tail swishing up. She was still deciding exactly how conflicted she was, especially with the overwhelming distraction of blood—Revui's, hers—clouding everything. As if the aggressive neighborhood lowlives acting up, a wounded medic, and enraged mate weren't enough already. Her irritation was set, though, and beginning to fester.

Aiming to spare Speedy so she could focus on the new info, she interjected first. A Blackfeather wolf happened.. while she was out gathering herbs. Revui got involved, she summarized, watching Charon for a beat before she returned to her son's immediate side. He needs rest, she abridged, in lieu of actually mentioning his finer details. Ame would hear what else she needed to, but really, she was wanting him and Speedy both tucked away to maximum safety—and rest.