Moonspear ᵐᵗᵐᵖʰ antúlien

Under the guise of as many chances as he could steal, Antares silently shadowed after his mother and aunts, and when it came to tending to this curious stranger, he proved it was no different there. Her sheer unfamiliarity was enough to make her a noteworthy cause of interest, then pair it with this new turn of an injury he did not fully grasp the cause, circumstance, or nature of, and he was keen to loiter around and listen in. When the older wolves let him observe, and even mirror them on guard, he slowly grew bolder in his purposes, if they could be called that, exactly. Since their attention was on her, and all that surrounded her, so was his.

Though he often did not know all of what he was looking after, he was present, near, and learning. When Hydra rose, his focus snapped back to her and he tracked her with a careful gaze. Still, the youth said nothing, and his ears flipped up tall to the sound of his mother's voice as it broke their relative silence. As she often did, she drew his focus to the right spot--her breathing. Guided, he inched a bit closer, then followed, and watched the pale stranger with wonder unable to be placed. Could she wake? Then, would she..?