Vela vetoed the notion entirely, of course. She would, because he knew she liked all the attention for herself. He just gave her a quick side-eyed glance and tried not to roll his eyes too badly. Jarilo didn't find he agreed quite like that. Mostly he was overwhelmed at the whole thought of suddenly having new family. Little ones that needed a lot, or so they said, and already mama wasn't being very generous towards him most days so he feared this was about to get worse. Actually, there were other things he was worried about. He had a lot to find out.

"How soon?" he asked at his father, suddenly beginning there before this could move much beyond Vela's firm no—mostly since that was whatever to him and he had a bunch on his mind. "Will it be weird to meet them? Do you think there will be other brothers..??" he whispered in a rush. What a thought: other brothers! Maybe he was a little excited about that (even if less mama for him still hurt a bit). Not that more sisters were bad either. He had plenty.. and had lost a few lately.. His optimism about this hadn't quite wavered yet.

He was used to it being like this, with Vela being herself and their father attending her whims first and foremost. He poked along and listened anyway even if it was tailored mainly for Vela, he was still gleaning his share of information from the sidelines here. It was still a lot to take in, but something about his father's presentation of it being a pack matter, did manage to cool some of his concerns. 

"Hm," he said, nodding. Another moon then, and, although not a for sure confirmation.. Charon seemed hopeful about brothers, so he would accept. "Okay good. Me too." he spoke on even in the presence of a sister then who already seemed disinterested in the puppies no matter their chromosomes. "Who decides that?" Since Charon didn't know, and well, as far as he knew, that pointed to the other involved party. "Is it mama?" he squinted... suddenly sensed an oncoming clarity as to why there were so many other girls if she was in charge of deciding these things if so.......  But that wasn't the only oddball notion that occurred and he spoke it up even if no one needed his philosophy on it: "Or did I just decide to be a brother?" He already didn't like how weird that was of a thought to think about suddenly, to just basically decide that hey, I pee this way instead. The youngest Moonspearian Ostrega, although not for much longer, certainly didn't remember making his mind up about something like that ever before.

Speaking of boys (but less about how they got here), when he could, he stuck his nose up at his sister's casual mention of Drogon and definitely didn't miss Charon's rebuttal to that, which the son said nothing about and simply trusted that it would all be alright if his father said so. But he didn't really want to talk about big burly silvery-maned Drogon either. He already got to hang out with Hydra a lot, now Vela? Jarilo wondered what he was missing here.

Quite frankly, he didn't want to touch the Vela and Drogon matter very much. Not any more than he had to already, at least, and despite a still-lurking curiosity of his very own. He wasn't entirely blind to his father's pause on the matter, and all subtle like that he couldn't entirely know what it meant exactly--so the boy just erred on the side of caution and preferred to stay away from that, easy enough, and wondered if either of them would pursue the topic any further. A piece of him hoped that no, not right now..

And, somehow, Charon's answer shut him up with plenty to think about suddenly before he turned their attentions to the scenery spread before their little plateau. He lapsed into silence, looking and sniffing around to see what he could find next--and suddenly very contemplative over what he should be doing to be nice to nature, should there be brothers. The horizon, like the possibilities, always seemed so very vast to him.

He was readily distracted by the view, at least, and peered off to the distant horizon, then traced a wandering path back towards home. His eyes could search forever and still feel like he had not seen it all yet. This thought brought a little frown to his lips, so he repeated, this time elsewhere, skimming along through the sensation of trying to grasp all when he couldn't ever dream to.

Jarilo blinked back to his father at his offer, and caught himself reeling as he refocused on just one thing in particular. A great thing, a massive powerful one if what everyone said was true: the ocean. His ears stood tall about that, and twitched thoughtfully over it being to his father's old home. "Yeah? What was it like? I'd like to see," he agreed with a grinning flash of teeth, trying barely to keep contained about the very notion at all, to finally get to go see the sea up close for himself.

He knew the mountain and a bit into the valleys at their foot, but what his father pointed out to him on a distant horizon was well beyond his reaches so only barely did he have any idea of what he was even looking at. Jarilo just squinted quizzically into the direction of this Stavanger Bay--his father's birthplace--so the boy would try to commit this to memory, especially if he ever wanted to see it for himself. "What's a Stavanger? Is a bay a kind of coastline?" he asked, eyes darting to his father, then to his sister to see how she was dealing with his long wandering lists of questions that he did not even entirely know how to phrase only knowing about so many different types of landscape features--not necessarily coastal ones, though.

When Vela didn't look like this was the worst thing she could be doing, he pressed on with another question that did come to mind when he saw the distance between here and presumably there. "Does it take long to get there?"

Even without knowing what a Stavanger was, he soaked up the answers, noting it as part of the coastline simply so and that it was a good walk, but not out of reach. Without much travel underneath his own paws, these concepts of greater distances than their immediate valleys were painfully abstract. He still would gladly hear about it, and nodded along to stow these facts for later--for when they did get to go there with him, after the pups.

To also find out that his father did not miss his birthplace was.. interesting, but another little piece of information he couldn't tell what to do with yet.  "I would miss here I bet.." he murmured, not that he intended to let that happen. A wandering sort of thought made him consider growing up on the coast instead. Without knowing what it was like, the image was very incomplete, and all he knew was that anything not-mountain just sounded weird to imagine for their family. So, he decided his father was definitely right about that one and nodded heartily as he peered off into the distance thoughtfully some more.