Moonspear obscura

After he said them, he considered his own words quietly, eyes set firm on the stars overhead and yeah, finally, he was relaxed. Many things had many names for the same things (constellations, plants, places, wolves), and everything everywhere seemed so uncertain sometimes, yet was it? Maybe it was all just part of nature--the duality of things, two contrasting points to one whole wrapped up in some ritualistic cyclic. Maybe they didn't know enough to it to even tell. Jarilo could sense the edge of something profound here, but between the two of them, they had no actual business, so he let it go.

Some time, he realized the subtle shift in his brother's breathing and he glanced over at him to confirm.

The older Ostrega wasn't in the mood to just up and ditch him so soon, so he scooted himself in closer to curl up next to Revui. He'd stargaze a little longer, maybe groom behind his brother's ears just because, and maybe doze off himself. If not, well, this was fine too.