Moonspear return of the mack

Finding himself made uneasy by the upcoming unknowns and the fact that most days, he was not able to see his mother as she receded away further, he had taken the suggestion of older wolves and vented this into productive patrols. The sleek almost-yearling had been emptying his bladder all across the foot of the mountain when his scouting sister's howl rose up from not too far away. He stopped, perked, and didn't stick to one spot long enough to hear her finish. Jarilo took off to go to her, streaking across the mountain lowgrounds until he could find her heading upward.

"Hey HY!" he barked. He barely reined in his speed and went right for her with a happy yip and kick of his heels. To see her seemingly all well, and back on the mountain, his tail was waving wildly. Should she have it from him, he skirted in to aim licks for her face and chin and whatever other smears of black fur he could reach. Now closer, he realized all the strange scents on her, and when he dialed back his joyous greeting for his sister's return, he set to investigating these smells--sniffing greedily all over, with a poh poh poh sound to the fervent workings of his nose.