Moonspear obscura

After a long day rounding the lower reaches and helping keep patrols fresh while his sisters were still gone (for how much longer? who knows?), he had drifted upward once the day spanned onward and he knew his usefulness there had been tapped out. He recharged quietly, mainly by loitering on one of the more milder stretches of mountain--however scenting Revui near meant anything but mild could await. He knew better than to relax, and before he could be the one stalked upon, he went tracking after the younger grayscale Ostrega first.

From his vantage, he came towards him light on his feet and with bright eyes that truly suggested his potential for mischief. He was sure to exaggerate his prance just enough to not be too overly noisy, even if stealth wasn't quite his main intent here.

But while he trotted up, he wasn't fool enough to ignore how here in the grass, it was almost tranquil of him all draped in new nightscapes. Jarilo didn't trust it yet, no matter how quaint. He said nothing before trying to pounce close enough to fondly bite at his brother's flanks with just a little more force than truly necessary, context considered.