Moonspear 起死回生

Lately, he does not take much convincing to rouse; he's eager to go without a lot of encouragement, even if he's good at staying stoic about it. Usually carrying a vague sense of restless though, some times more than others, when his nostrils flared over the scent of food, that fresh interest took root quickly. Motivation was soon to follow and with his eyes narrowing against the shift, he got to his feet and silently slipped forward to go greet his newly-returned mother.

For now, he was alone as he took in her scents, new and old alike. His siblings would likely be soon to follow but he was content to forge on without alerting them on his own. Quiet, he gazed upon what she brought them, then panned up to her for a searching glance before he stepped forward any closer towards Hydra--his head lowered but ears up, tail wagging slow. Already he had learned to read the scene, even if he did not always expect to understand it.. but he was always an inquisitive boy, even without always saying so outright. 

It was a very small sound, but he rumbled a little chuff to say hello, and of course, that he was at her call now too.