Moonspear you remove withered flowers

i figure it makes sense to post her again so >_>

Ame narrowed her eyes upon the head, motionless at their paws with a vacant, decaying stare set into its features. Her ears tipped towards Charon, she nodded slowly and kept the name of the pack for later. In the end, he had traveled more distance than she had originally suspected, and she had to wonder what had inspired them to take him in at all. Yet in a vaguely similiar vein of thought, she'd done the same in finding Charon in the mountains too. She knew very little of that pack down in the moose swamps, so, there was no telling what had been the situation on their end, though.

She suspected being pitched off the slopes brought the injuries that had killed him in the long run, or whatever Charon had done moments before in combination. The recollections were dim for her, pushed far away and dissociated away from best she could. Somehow, that made it easier to digest.

Yet no matter her strife with it, this was the closure. The best they could hope to have and she wanted this to finally be the bookend on all this bad. While lacking the satisfaction of a slaughter, she sensed it could still strike the same balance, should he glean his compensation in full as well. She was.. just glad to get away from it and to have it firmly behind them, no open ends or anything (save for the possibility of the litter -- but she had almost made her peace with that too). Charon had done this for her.. even with the noise with Althaia a distant hum and he'd searched until this could come to pass. She just wanted him to know, unquestionably, that Lazarus had not diminished her worth.

She found a lot on her mind, still, and nodded appreciatively to Floki and Dash with a glance their way. She did not know if they intended to stay, but she would not fault them should they wish to rest. The same could be said for Charon. He'd covered his share of miles.. she knew. Selfishly though, she almost wanted the pale alpha all to herself. She settled him with an imploring look -- was he satisfied? Was there anything else to know? If not, all that remained was for decay to have its way with Lazarus.