Moonspear something i wanted to feel

Jarilo took readily to the shadow and the cover of the forest's edge, and as he delved deeper, his nose skirted over fresh trail that quickly guided him elsewhere. It was not someone he recognized, so surely, hopefully, one of the newcomers--which were both wolves of mystery to him, beyond some basic general traits. He wondered what it was like for them, looking in to Moonspear now in a time after so much had changed so rapidly--but their future still burned bright, tragedy included.

The steely-coated Ostrega chuffed out when he saw her silvery furs up ahead and finally began to slow up his approach, wondering what she was up to out here too. When he noticed she looked potentially busy, he got more careful.. aiming not to interrupt, so stepped lightly and fanned out his ears. Busy? he asked, bypassing the obvious greetings and all that for now with his green eyes bright enough as he peered back, stance straightening once he paused enough. I'm Jarilo. There, something back.