Ampere started as the pup refused to back down, the rising ire for a moment dwarfed beneath the sheer surprise of the child's audacity in the face of her onslaught. Sure, she was small, but he was smaller and her hooves could crush those stupid teeth right from his skull if he so much as thought to snarl at her daughter.

Fury erupted then, goaded by her haughty thoughts, in a shower of sparks and electric air. All around her the foliage which had come to decay renewed itself within its raw composition, drifting like dancing dust motes but howling like the ill-contained energy that it was. With feathers still all on end and head thrashing back and forth at the pup, Ampere drew her energy into her own wolf; a much larger, and more imposing creature, if she did say so herself. Her lips curled in a sneer, matching the pup's defiance and fortitude with her own unbreakable resilience. Even the stupid fucking bird, far too small and weak for such a battle, was swayed by Ampere's unparalleled urge to fight and protect, though it continued to do nothing helpful as it flapped around screeching (much could be said of the blue mare herself many days, though the irony escaped her).

The arrival of Tae however stilled her hand, and though fingers were still flexed against her metaphorical blade, the sight of the second daughter and her position amid this fray struck Ampere enough to also heed Grusha's casual tone. She didn't notice it now, or rather didn't think about it as the notion slipped behind the chaos of Ampere's other thoughts, but the girls were so oddly calm with this fight. Shouldn't they be frightened? Ampere would ask herself later, why aren't they afraid?. Like the smoke of her talented daughter however, the realization dissipated, swirling as Ampere moved abruptly to turn back towards Grusha.

The wolf had already begun to slink back towards his bond-mate by the time Ampere manager to utter a clearly puzzled and flustered, "W-what?" It fell so noticeably quiet, ringing in the echo that her shouting had just expanded, but the sound surely could not match the hard edged stare she placed upon her child.

Bit by bit her feathers fell back in place, and her own wolf vanished with a pop and an acrid smell. It would be unwise to label her as calm however, which was obvious in the tension that ran across the dark of her hide, as if she had absorbed her electric creation instead of dispelled it. It was there too in the backward slant of her ears, in the widened tremble of her nostrils and the taut lines along her 'brows. Her gaze, normally so vibrant, was a dull lead that slid from girl to girl, taking note of both their wolves, their companions, their slaves.

She might have screamed and run headlong into the wilds if not for Gaucho's distinct touch, her name like a tether that he held and kept her grounded with. Her wings struggled against it in theory, the fight taken into the rapid beat of her heart while her feet remained still as stone. Ampere had faced many grevious wounds in her life, some of the worst being self inflicted, and the rest done at the hands of the stallion beside her. Those paled in this moment as her children bore blades made of wolf teeth and slid them nonchalantly between her ribs, pushing until at last the edges of her heart pricked and bled. How many more bonds could she endure? How many more chains could she carry before she crumpled?

Unable to speak, barely able to breathe, Ampere could only stand and glower.