The Ostrega yearling had been lurking the borderlands nearby refreshing markers when that unfamiliar howl sounded--and he was surprised by how close, too. With that in mind, and now with a new direction to head in, he gave a quick pivot and darted over to meet the stranger.

He neared with a trot, and since his home was at his back and none of his other family were around, he added a little arc to his tail. "Hey!" he barked out on approach, zeroing in on the other wolf. Already his nose was wiggling with all the strange scents to behold, and plus, to see if this really was only one visitor; he knew to keep some suspicion handy just in case. "It's you that called, right?" he asked as he slowed up and got closer. "What are you doing here?"

A scout! Jarilo felt his eyes narrow, but he grinned back, albeit not so jovially as the older male. "This is Moonspear," he answered, and picking up his nose as he did, all proud of his home and from where he hailed. "Isn't Ironsea pretty far?" the yearling asked, head tilting immediately while he spoke. He knew it was coastal and since scent a little like his seemed to be coming up often enough for him, it was making him suspicious--so he made a note to pester his father about their trip to the seaside again soon so he could see and smell the places for himself for once. "Why are you scouting here?" 

Hmm. Jarilo kept his expression hard and borderline furrowed--for his standards, anyway. To further his knowledge was fair.. it was what he could say he was doing any time he left ever, but why come here? Unless it was completely on a whim, the yearling wasn't sure if he was suspicious or not but in truth, this was just a scout doing a scout's job. Meanwhile, Jarilo obviously didn't see many visitors...

"Okay.. Well. What kind of knowledge are you looking for?" he asked, and whipfast on the turnaround, he had to be sure to add his own inquiries whenever the coast was mentioned. "What else is on the coast? I know of a place called Stavanger Bay," he mentioned, just because he could. "I've never been though." As disclaimer, of course.

There were way too many things he could ask about now, he didn't really want to detail what he had here without directive. He was raised to be suspicious of outsiders wanting to know stuff by default thanks to trailing his mother, and she had certainly instilled that in him here and now. "Well. Like I said, Moonspear." he pointed up, behind him, to gesture for the heights above. "It's the tallest peak in this range.. my parent's claim. I was born here." Jarilo said in a brief run-down of the what this was--because what else? and what else was he comfortable sharing? He didn't really know the entire protocol for this.

"At Stavanger? I didn't know that," he said, unsure if he liked this finding.. when he had intended to visit the place one day. A pack being there made that impossible. "What's it like? I've never been there. Just heard about it." He wasn't going to share why yet either.

As the stranger--well, Engel--described more of the coast, the naturalist in him was secretly quite pleased. He wanted to find out more about the coast already. This helped. "Why the lowest spot?" he asked immediately, obviously being fond of quite the opposite. Was there some benefit? "Sounds different. Cool, though. My mom likes to fish. I've.. never had seal I don't think..?" he rambled back as he wondered all about what it was like. Maybe the cerberus had told him about them before. "Do you have many neighbors? Most of ours are a good ways away these days. There used to be another one a little closer--Redhawks, but they've gone." He could gladly interject that fact, because he really didn't have any attachment or solid concept of the family Gannet had come from besides 'don't care', but the yearling remained stingy when it came to what was his.

He tilted his head and lifted a brow when he said he'd been everywhere, but did offer a nod. Jarilo still couldn't relate to being okay with rubbery.. that was.. no thanks. As for Blackfeather, the yearling did not have a good answer about. "I've heard they can be very much not nice," he explained. "Not always. Probably depends on the situation and all," he rolled his shoulders. They had not caused Moonspear issue; his sisters seemed to keep that in check, somehow, and that was one of those things he was not about to question. It worked.

Well, he didn't take much convincing on that matter of Blackfeather. Jarilo just kind of nodded, supposing he just preferring to preserve his hide over sating some curiosity. "Fair enough." There was no guarantee one way or another, and towards his pack, they were not that violent on average.. that he knew about. But none of this really spoke for how they could be towards him, a random scout from the seaside.

"Is there anything else you wanna know about?" he asked, still trying to figure out what the right order of operations here was, and what was even proper and necessary in situations like these.

Jarilo perked a bit, contented by the coastal wolf's tail wag and conclusive answer. If that was it, then, he hoped he had done all he needed to. This response gave him a good enough outlook on it and the yearling would take it with a favorable checkmark next to it. "I will, thanks.. Probably, one day..." he answered, also motivated by the hint of an offer. His own tail wagged back too. "I'm Jarilo, by the way." the steely yearling added with haste before Engel could take his leave entirely with a small grin to show the tips of his teeth. If was going to tell him that, he might as well at least give his name.

"See ya," he then tacked on, ready to return towards the heights once he saw the Ironsea wolf be on his way.