Moonspear when she smiles she draws you in

His suspicions were confirmed and indeed, she is the caller--a girl with titles bigger than her. But, it wasn't a tripping point for him and Jarilo stayed attentive because this just might be important. When Dirge arrived alongside him, he subtly adjusted himself in a gesture telling enough for the discerning eye. Most of all, he was busy working to commit this to memory, unfamiliar words included and through it all, it is the mention of the fen that makes him understand what exactly this is about: new neighbors.

When so many packs, or fledgling ones, came and went around them, most were hardly worth a second glance and even fewer than that seemed to be led by any lasting capacity. Even Jarilo, only two years to his name, had seen that and his parents said that was just how it had always been for the region. So much so, expectations weren't exactly the loftiest, but he welcomed a change of pace to what was the typical outcome. Hopeful enough, he did want to hear more from her, regarding their other curious new neighbors too--which Jarilo didn't trust anyway, not that he knew much yet.

Ah, right? he scoffed, snickering a bit to Dirge's remark before he returned to his focus to Roangeda's messenger to hear her answers as to why there. Most don't seem to last anyway, he sniped, wondering if she could disprove these standards; the fact that she was here already was a start. How has the hunting been down there lately? Any damages from the quakes? he tossed in as well, mainly just curious, but quick to give her more to respond to about what establishing their claim entailed--roughly. Would more packs in the area tighten resources further, he wondered? The dark Ostrega easily felt more protective of what they guarded here on the mountain, and the chill on the air wasn't helping that, either.