[Petals drift wistfully before the guide as it lies against the tree trunk. A short distance from its resting place, three puppies can be seen romping in the grass. The black one, the wolf mix
Hayabusa, pounces a marble colored
boxer with a yip. The other pup is obviously startled, tumbling to its side before getting up and leaping back so they can wrestle. Suddenly, bounding in on both of them is a white
spitz who lands on Hayabusa’s back.]
[All three begin to roll around, moving farther and farther away from view until a woof calls to them. The playing stops and they all look up. White obscures the feed as Amaterasu passes by, walking to meet them. To some, she’s just a large white wolf greeting young. The ones who know her now, they see her markings and the swirls over her fur. Actually, there are more markings on her now, the red covering more of her back.]
[They all catch her half way, wagging their tails (including the stubby one), and barking happily. Her tail wags lazily and she nudges each of them, letting them nip if they want; she doesn’t mind. Just a tiny family playing in the park, enjoying their time after everything that happened…]
(OOC: Yes, she's upset, but she promised them)