Moonspear Beauty over Wisdom- Just as beautiful as you are; It's so pitiful what you are.

Caught in a momentary pause over the trail she tracked, she listened to the sound of Charon's call with enough piqued interest to keep her still. He was not overly detailed in his note, so she was left to wonder plenty. As his song faded to silence, she weighed her options with a sigh. Their caches, while not run dry, could use any padding they could track so long as winter's freeze hung around, and this trail had just been getting good. Plus, to further motivate this, she had picked up the extra set of teeth in Jarilo not so long ago. Odds had been stacking in her favor, so she had been game to pursue.. eager to take-down, and rend the fresh meat of a new meal—even if that was getting ahead, and as greedy as it sounded.

So, with a growing frown and a contemplative switch of an ear, she sent her eldest son on after her hunting cause, and turned towards lower reaches to answer instead—even if it was not really what she wanted to do and thanks to this, those first few steps were heavier than the others. Silently she wished her son luck on the chase, and mourned the opportunity for herself for now while she re-routed her focus, shelving that building anticipation for later, though she still swore she felt its eager burn woven into her muscles.

In sorting through this, Ame didn't rush her quiet footfalls, but would meet them there at the rendezvous as requested in due time. She didn't know what it was about, but sensed no major urgency otherwise.