Altar of Twilight leningrad

The young Ostrega had agreed very readily to help hunt. He was a capable enough small game hunter on most days, and had a big need to expand horizons just by more, continual exposure, this didn't seem smart to pass up. Jarilo wasn't immune to that lurking sensation of anxiousness over the prospect of puppies (his siblings!!!!!!) happening here soon either. It had quietly instilled in him a sense to just help, hunt, guard, whatever, and however he could do it as one long-legged juvenile on this great big mountain.

But now that it was actually underway—that they were a gathered handful with a purpose in mind and there was a very real trail underfoot as they ranged out, he was starting to realize more. The boy waxed and waned between excitement and nervousness as they traveled along. At his best, he tried for the middle-ground of the two and since he knew he was their very own Resident Newb when it came to hunting MOOSE, he hung back towards the rear of the small group to watch the leads of others. From there, he could keep a better eye on what was going on, at least until he was able to find out where he did fit most appropriately into the situation.

He also already found that he didn't appreciate the fog much, but was coping steadily (no choice), and watched Dune most carefully for their biggest cues since he really seemed like he knew what he was doing in bringing them here. When he slowed up, Jarilo did the same, and peered around with big, wide eyes—ready to follow his lead.