Nocturne Summit BWP3: PREY OPPORTUNITY

Without gentleness, although weakened from everything that had just transpired, she nosed into his furs and felt everything threaten to catch her.

Next to him, it would have been easy to let herself slump and just stay there, too. To close her eyes and forget about the aches taking up residence in her bones -- and the despair strewn across her wolves nearby. She could feel gravity pulling down while she tried to yank him back up, up into any awareness that he could still be afforded, and she stood far from her normal strength, shaken, shocked, and left unsatisfied by no proper bloodshed. Wake up, because he wasn't done here and neither was she. Wake up! Because nature wasn't getting rid of them that easily.

He did awaken, and with a vicious start. She pulled back her muzzle with a brisk exhale, understanding somehow yet truly relieved by his snarl. However, it was difficult to tell by her expression as the littlest motions hurt. Her eyes roved the blood dirtying his soaked fur, still flowing.. and she found it hard to focus exactly, her head felt like it was spinning far faster than the rest of her. Tiredly she reached out with a tiny lick on the cheek. Ame said nothing because she didn't really feel like she could put it into words. She yearned for more with a tiny, frustrated growl towards herself, and these circumstances that had led her here (without Peregrine or Fox's corpse at her feet).

Focusing on a stoic mask, she tried to help steady him to his feet. Afterward, they had to go.

Amekaze didn't know how the others were but wanted to get to them, then get them home to the Spear quickly. Dread welled at the thought of their respective statuses yet still remained a flicker of hope for a meal -- the first one they could share as a whole pack in so long. She only hated it had to be like this.