Moonspear hungry like the wolf

The yearling was putting a lot of effort into covering ground lately. Zig-zagging paths all over everything just near this mountain and on it, he was feeling it well and it was these meandering routes that led him to a special find earlier this afternoon: a shed antler, still untouched, half-buried in the leaf litter of a thicket--dirty, well-seasoned, and a little aged! It was a pretty big one too, at least for the standards of his hunts went, and he had already devoted an hour to wearing his jaw out chewing at it and just carrying it around, enjoying the weight in his teeth and the way it simply was.

But even eventually it was starting to not keep all of his attention and his body was feeling antsy, so he went to go where he knew he would find some of his family--wherever his younger siblings were. Antler, of course, in tow.

Smelling a little whiff of blood quickened his steps because something weird was sure to happen whenever he got too nosy about his siblings. Still, he chuffed messily through the bone carried in his jaws--but this was the more aggressive puppy so he wasn't getting too close too fast. Just enough to key him into what was going on, and when he saw the blood's source, it made a bit more sense "Ohh, tha' sucks," he said in greeting and commenting on the situation as he could see it--guessing the little biter was probably sad about his first weapons falling out of his head, but Jarilo wasn't overly sympathetic to him since he knew how sharp those shits were. He wouldn't miss it.