Moonspear Silicone and lipo collide- the rest will fall in line.

After her row with Charon and his subsequent absence from the Spear, she had become even more difficult to pin down. Her company flitted between her offspring first and foremost, hunting when the mountain gave them fruitful trails, and if not there on the conquests to build their stores and fill their stomachs, she was vehement on her patrols. She often could scent her mate in the general whereabouts, although never fresh enough to see him, so she never saw him directly--not since then. These pieces let her know he was hovering around, at least sometimes, but she could only assume it was a combination of Hydra's oncoming season and her own coldness towards his desires that had steered him abroad, and she could still find no sympathy for him in return. She was left to wonder what he would make of it while away from them.. and what he planned to do when he returned. This begged the question: what was she going to do?

As she sent Jarilo to the heartlands to cache their early morning kills and he vanished into the fogs, she veered downward to expend the rest of her energies on guard, feeling enlivened by the morn and alert from her successes of earlier. Soon, mere strides in, she fell into her rhythm quite easily and began to cover ground much like she had time and time again, only with an unseen edge about her--one sharpened to a deadly edge by the father of her offspring, the one and only who hungered for so much more from her evidently.

Him aside, for a time, it was all nondescript on her watch until her nose quivered over a faint scent that drew her in. Familiar enough, under-toned in a very interesting notion to occur to her now of all times, she started to set herself to track it down.

She did not announce her arrival any, but slid from the shrouded woods with the tip of her tail curling into a slow arch, and her expression kept measured. Who is the father? she asked outright as she inclined her muzzle, and aimed it right at Zafina. There would be no fooling her, she knew what was before her eyes and beneath her nose. The dark wolfess had been a fleeting presence upon the spires of home, Ame knew, and preoccupied with her personal dealings, this was her first outright confrontation in weeks. She had to dispel any and all suspicion that this was her mate's work first, but could not yet decide if an answer involving him was for the best or not, all thanks to how bone-dry her patience with him was.

But that was only the beginning, and the first of many questions she had as she drew her paws to a solid stop mere feet away finally.