Moonspear when she smiles she draws you in

Every day comes with a strange, delicate tension since the earthquakes had first rumbled all of their very foundations. The rockslide in the terrace had been concerning enough as their closest hit to home, so although he was interested in keeping an eye on changes to the paths that might affect them, Jarilo wasn't overly eager to dally high in Moonspear's slopes--especially not with a light snowfall starting to accompany some certain elevations. Too soon, he reasoned, all to eager to cling to the still-green and verdant lower reaches before the snows fell there too next.. and not something he wanted to deal with when prey already seemed increasingly scarce, alongside tremors of the earth itself. Absolutely none of it was a particularly peaceful notion for nature to have, lately. 

Besides all of these threats to their mountain and family's sanctity, the steely Ostrega had been slowly working his way towards the outermost lowlands, winding his patrol gradually outward until the howl suggesting some attention gave him the motivation to pick up the pace in earnest. Jarilo threaded his way on through the trees, and eventually surfaced not all too far from sight of the young wolf--who he assumed was the one that had sang out to them. If not, then he would have to handle that. Evidently he was the first to find her.. so, with that, he stepped lightly towards her, but confident; without Hydra or Dirge here yet, he let the casual half-lift to his tail be for now. Hello, he said, neutral but forward enough for him. You called? he asked as he eased into his stop in front of her. Who was she, anyway?