At the giving tree, with the Earth's turtle, her family all around her and a subtle peace transcending the realm, it was easy for Ampere to be happy. As her and Mesec often joked though, such sunshine did not last long before the next storm came, which was all the more reason to enjoy those brief moments when they came, grabbing onto them and holding them tight. It was why Ampere loved so fiercely and abruptly.

Why she angered just as fervently, none were sure, including herself.

Grusha's persistence at food drew Ampere's attention from the scene to her child, her leg moving away for the hunger, and her nose dropping down to the ruffle the girl's mane. They were an odd pair these twins, utterly devoted to each other in a way that unnerved her; after all Zero was her only experience rearing a child, and he'd been like her shadow and had been fully attentive to her teachings (his recent stunt aside, which was decidedly due to lack of her teaching anything). Had she any notion they ran around slaughtering things it might have made her even more estranged from them, but luckily she did not, for now.

As different as they were, they were still hers, hers and Gaucho's, and she loved them as any mother did. Like any mother, perhaps more than some, she was protective of them. So you can imagine when she saw the wolf pup in the corner of her eye trailing after her young daughter (so young in fact Ampere wondered how the fuck Gaucho got them this far from home, much less why), that she immediately went defensive. Every feather stood on end and she bolted forward suddenly, probably knocking Grusha away if not down as she lunged with her forehooves at the wolf. Maybe it was only a pup, but she figured the pack must be nearby and she didn't want to contend with them. It'd be stupid to attack a herd of horses this large, but her young fillies were prime choice for predators.

"GET BACK!" she hollered at Grusha as she moved, ears pinned and teeth bared as she tried to scare the wolf off with her energy. Alerted to all the commotion Kygo took off from his fascination with the turtle, screaming "Go! Go! Go!" repeatedly as it circled above the wolf, echoing his bonded's intentions. The damn bird had picked up that choice phrase from all her attempts at chasing him off from her; and so it rang with her accent, though garbled a bit by the conure's parrot-tongue. She hadn't even named the damn creature - Kygo was just what he'd taken to saying, she was sure, after some haphazard repeating of her yelling at him. He was using that now on the wolf, his shrill tone one of his only assets of defense and extreme irritation, a tactic he frequently used on Ampere for shits and giggles, she was sure.