Moonspear Frosty the snowman

She saw his start and with it, her ears tilted back. By the day, she was trying to gauge him, his healing, so forth, all while doing her best to understand what this was to be like for him. When his response came favorably enough, despite his added grimace going with the answer to keep her doubts satisfied, Ame decided that would have to do for right now. The boys are making for a decent watch already, she answered, pleased with the traffic the two could put in, both separate and together. Their sister was a more fleeting presence, however, so she had much less to report on her but her quiet pride for Uyo and Arcturus was underlining her every thought.

They were getting restless while everyone was out, I think. No sign of Yami still is not helping either, the mother sighed, and wondered about his thoughts on the matter. Timing was never perfect, and all she had to do was remind herself that they would all get through it—whatever it was, in whichever way necessary. Hers were a resilient lot, she hoped. As for here? Quiet, she tapered with an ominous, but soft, shake of her head. She wasn't wrong, but here was not where the trouble lie exactly. Hydra always brought with her news from beyond the mountain and rarely was any of it good, on top of her stewing interest in the one that had done this to Charon too. On top of that, if anything with Blackfeather's sorts escalated again, she knew what may come of it. For all of it, towards any threats to the sanctity of her peace and her family, her patience was grating painfully thin.