Moonspear confessions should be better planned

Since he had been spending more time in recent weeks out roving around, trips towards the higher elevations of the mountain had been lacking. As the sun had started to set for the day, he had decided to remedy this--with half a motivation to look for his mother (knowing she tended to lurk the heights when not on patrols) and half for his own personal reasons that sounded a lot like just because. As he started to climb upwards past the usual points, he knew that he had missed it, even if he had not really been gone.. instead, simply preoccupied with other matters.

He pushed himself into the most ground-covering gait he could manage given the scenery's slopes, and it led him towards the meadow where he finally slowed up, panting and trying to regroup at the heights. The air's chill bit a little extra up here too.. so he fluffed up his coat and kept going until he noticed Slavik's bright hues in the day's last light. While not his dam, he was quick to glom onto the idea of any interaction he could run into.

Jarilo didn't know him exceptionally well but went jogging towards him to go investigate, still panting as he went--though he stopped it enough to chuff at him along the way, sometime before he got close enough to actually greet him.