Moonspear in the still of the night

For him..?

He stopped right there and twitched an ear. Nothing humble he was prowling was going to be as valuable as his elder sister calling for him and Vela. Which.. a lot had changed for the duo lately, although neither of them were bothered. Jarilo was kept busy, assigned to various Pack Wolf tasks and short patrols now more than ever--especially since size-wise, he could finally almost contend with the packmates (barring the bear-shaped ones though). With Vela taking an interest in some of the warrior stuff too, that was another to romp fierce, chase, and spar with on top of all else. He hardly had the energy to grieve his lost sister or worry about whatever else plagued the worlds beyond the slopes most days by the time it was done.

With having well made up his mind, the juvenile spun around and darted back from sort of where he'd came. He loped on until he could spy her, a dark silhouette among the landscape. By then, he mustered something less rolling for a gait and definitely prepared the enthusiasm--over the summons and what it could bring next. "Hey!" he barked as he jogged the last few paces to her with a happy prance. "You called for me?" he grinned at the dark sister and went inviting himself in close to lick-nip at her chin and jaws. He swept his tail excitedly all the while and kept at it with the licks until she made him quit or Vela got here, whichever went first.