Moonspear hidden

Forward had, at first, been where his focus had gone but along the way of his trackings, all nose down, ears up effectively on the prowl.. but soon came that familiar foreshadowing that told him he was not alone. He turned back an ear, slowed up a few steps, and let the darkness of his sister come to his side knowingly--for he was at least twice as sharp now, and maybe, a bit more eager to proceed. Rumbling a very low, very quiet hello, he was glad to see her.

So he didn't dally long and wordlessly, glanced to Lyra for a smirk of mischievous teeth before picking up a better pace than before, up and beyond. He knew these routes though, easily able to slip along undisturbed, to bring him closer--when such a harsh voice rang out, helping him pinpoint where he'd need to be soon. Asking like that, though, what did she expect to answer? He didn't come with foul intent, not necessarily.

Not knowing much about this stranger kept his options open and he had already planned on a forward approach, though he was curious of what kind of pace Lyra might set about the matter too. He was open to suggestion, feeling flexible, but definitely not used to someone he wasn't related to talking to him like that here, up so high where he had always been. The Ostrega's brows quirked with interest however and he kept going closer after an attempt at an arc.. as well as the mountain allowed, to bring him striding confidently closer. Even when he was sure she would see him, he didn't quite feel like stopping entirely any sooner than necessary. Am I interrupting something..? he asked, not quite as prickly as she went at them, but he definitely heard the tiny lilt of his leer color his humors.

However, since she had asked, he would tell before she could completely write him off as an asshole for questioning with a question. Who goes there? Lightly, he paused. I'm Jarilo, and Lyra was up to her, but as for him, he let it all be plain to see.