Moonspear the minor fall, the major lift

Exactly, he hummed back, content enough to sense that Hydra felt very similarly to him.

He had idolized Charon for all of his life for reasons he could barely count, but Jarilo still doubted his sons and daughters through Speedy--no matter how high his father's pedestal was, Speedy couldn't even register in his mother's shadow. Then, to not be raised on Moonspear, or maybe not even any mountain whatsoever? Those whelps may be their half siblings that they were talking about but Jarilo could find no fondness in his heart for them. Maybe at best a morbid curiosity that came from nowhere good in him--did they dare to take after their stolen father?

But she was right, and her rumble had his attention peaked. They should be dead. He didn't disagree. Maybe it wouldn't be so if Charon and Ame both, or hell, even either, were still here. Maybe if their losses had not been so heartbreaking, and practically everything he had.

They turn up where we can find them, they just might end up that way, he said, unless of course Hydra wanted it to not be so wait and see. I wouldn't want to guarantee otherwise.. if there was ever the opportunity, or the motivation.. But now was no time for that, not when they had they had their own cubs to raise and teach on the mountain. Next he sighed to almost want to write it off for right now, feeling all darkened too by what he had learned and seen recently. And hey, maybe it is already done with and they're all dead already. Maybe nature took care of it for us, he tried to find the humor, but couldn't really. Deep down he was torn, but he was also hurt--and badly. He didn't have any mercy left for any who were not their own.. and despite whatever his father had wanted, he couldn't make himself consider these bastards among them.