Moonspear Heat

He had come, but said nothing as he settled in among the rest of the pack. The weight of it all had found him in hearing his sister decree what she did. Especially after confirming that last year's acts were in the right (which was a very good suspicion of his already), he couldn't disagree... for time immeasurable, he sensed that their dam knew this and weaponized her thoughts on that accordingly, always. Hydra had learned this.. some of them had, and now, she was here to leave no room for error this year after a famine to insult their injuries over the last several months. Only the foolish would disobey that.

As he listened and stewed, accordingly, came creeping in that uneasiness when his thoughts roved around these carnal subjects of the season's rules--towards what he had learned last year, and even the one before from his parents. He knew his father's wishes for a Wilds of their domain and seen, firsthand, how that had panned out for him with his approach. He knew, too, his father's wants for his kids to one day have families of their own to all contribute towards his overarching scheme of dominion. Right here was promptly where the first son still felt the urge to balk.

And right there to catch him was his mother's more subdued outlook on such propagation.. that one day, maybe it may be. Maybe not. That his worth was high alone, but that he was not the whole story.. that timing mattered, and so did the place and all of the right reasons. All daunting, all corralled into place by what his sister said before them now, that he could feel their mother's influence in. He simply didn't have everything in order, so he should have no need--right? He was no alpha nor king, despite what might sing in his blood.. and had no business as anyone's father. Above all, it was his best interest to stay uninvolved if he could help it.

Jarilo's stare was tired. He didn't want to go through this again but he nodded. He understood. It was his responsibility.