Moonspear look what you've done

He was receiving no slack from her, not after expending so much of her favor so quickly and giving her frustrations towards him nowhere to go. A part of her didn't want to answer, and only because she was nearby enough, freshly fed, and well-rested would she grant him an ounce of her time. Lately she had spent more time warring him off, not wanting anything to do with his empty, misplaced attempts at reconciliation. Going to him was against all of that, but she took peace in thinking he would probably be storming off soon enough anyway--so she wouldn't have to deal for long if she kept her tongue sharp. She was still viciously mad at him for disrespecting her and disappointing her in one good go of it, even without the whole story.

Amekaze didn't hurry, but these elevations she had long memorized kept her route precise. Soon she came to Hydra's side, wordlessly enough with her tail up, and glared expectantly at Charon.