Nocturne Summit BWP3: PREY OPPORTUNITY

She glanced around, sizing the scenery up and working through the scenarios on high speed. The thrall arrived as well, and when she drew a breath to prepare to move this forward because impatience would have its way, a black flash of wolf appeared. She peeled back her lips instantly, simultaneously offended and appalled at the apparent lack of tact here as he.. essentially went flying for the rams out of nowhere. 

Foolish, she hissed, still watching to see if he may be splattered, be trampled, or otherwise -- none of which were everyday sights. To her eyes, there was no tactic at work here, only wild ignorance. No sooner did she think of the phrase did.. Fox(??!) show up on the scene, evidently shouting for the flightless black moron. Amekaze balked and eyed this all angrily, confused but not surprised to find Fox involved somehow just because of how annoyed the mountain alpha felt already.

Cursing something under her breath, she lashed her tail and couldn't stay still any longer. "We take what is ours," she said. Whatever this shitshow was that threatened to get in their way was be damned, they were going to have their meals. "Dash, we lead a chase.. if we can bring them within a better reach and away from the others, that is best.." she summoned with a swing of her muzzle, knowing Dash would find no qualms in joining her for this step. The rest could fall into place wherever they saw fit. She believed in them. "Help chase, deter them -- if they do not kill themselves first," her tone, disdain and all, suggested she meant the rival pack wolves. "And prepare for a kill." Amekaze moved for the nearest ram, curious to see if the suicide flight was a success or not as well as she neared. In either case, she set her sights on ramflesh.