It was relatively rare that he get to follow his dam on her patrol, so when he was able to, he was keyed in.

A howl went up and he was actually nearby, so all of his senses perked. Amekaze urged him on. She was curious to measure his ability at this, but she would be near. She then disappeared into the cover of the woods.. but he still felt her there, and he knew it was all on him now. He would stall no longer and approached the stranger forwardly.

His coat had grown in dense and plush for the wintertime by now, but it could not blanket the ranginess of a juvenile in full. Plus, he was as inexperienced as they came at this flying "solo" on the borders and greeting these sorts of situations--but based on his appearances as a youth here, and the scents he wore, it was clear enough to any that he was very much of this towering mountain. "Hey!" the boy greeted, a little too loud as he finished his route down the path to him. "Were you the one who called?" He came to a stop a few paces away from the stranger, still eyeballing him with a wiggling nose. "Hey, so, what do you want?"

He was wide-eyed and all ears to the answer he received. He was a little alarmed at his generosity for just coming here and looking to share a story, and he couldn't quite see the harm in it so far--it sounded pretty pleasant to him, even if this guy was completely out of nowhere to him. Usually the situations he asked about involved some kind of negative outcome, like trespassers and useless loners looking to mooch. His lessons hadn't really included what to do with a random storyteller from a place he'd never even heard about, so he'd go with his gut--and it said why not hear a story? As long as they stayed here, and Jarilo continued to not find a reason to not feel alright with it.

"Uh. Yeah, sure. What kind do you got?" he asked, trying to find a conversational tone for I know what I'm doing along the way as he stood with his dark paws squared--all official. He had heard some pretty good ones from either parent, and even Wraen, so Jarilo had standards. Since he couldn't help himself from more questions before he really even had answers: "Is that.. what you do? Go around and sprinkle stories?"

He didn't have a very good concept of any other packs and how they worked. This was an unfamiliar piece of insight he was given. He nodded along as the storyteller answered, and decided not to pry about that exactly. His only exposure to any of it was how Moonspear worked, where he enjoyed the comfort of a familial embrace. "Hm, okay.." he tipped his muzzle down, somewhat curious about what else motivated him or if he wanted something in exchange--well, besides officially earning his title so he could stay at the pack. "Well, let me hear one? I can listen. Is there more I should do?" he flashed the tips of his teeth in a mischievous (vaguely questionable) grin of his.

Well, it was even easier than expected. With nothing needed done, Jarilo gave the storyteller one last very serious nod, and sat his rump down on the cold earth. He tucked his tail in tight around his paws and was all ears aimed his way. The Wild Spirit seemed like good subject matter to him, so even with just the title, he had his attention without interruption for the moment.

With the imagery given, he could get a good picture of this tale--this wolf, and her life. For the briefest of moments, Kota's story granted him a little peek into the life of this wolf that had been notable enough to keep the legend of around. Jarilo wondered what that would be like.. or if that wolf had ever even existed at all. "Ooh even the bear?" he quipped, having heard plenty about them from his family who knew them all too well. One of mama's scars had been from a bear, she had told him once. "That's cool. What do you think the strange creatures were?" he asked. He had never heard about something even doing that.. so would have to ask Wraen about it; she seemed to know a lot about strange things like that.

His ears splayed out but he nodded along, choosing the ponder over the strange creatures more later without more to explain them. "You're welcome. I'll.. I dunno, let the leaders know you stopped by," he said, remembering his pack name since he guessed they'd like to know that; it seemed like something they would appreciate hearing. Maybe. He was still learning what were useful sorts of notes.

After saying a quick goodbye, the aspiring guardian watched him take his leave. When he was out of sight, he went about his small patrol to see what else he may find out here.