Moonspear little by little, i can breath again

The days were growing longer and though actual sunshine remained infrequent, warmth still found a way to seep into the tiniest chances it got--if one really looked. Sometimes only a mild day, or a sunny break in the snowfall was all it took but the dark Ostrega was anticipating the next one often lately. Though, it was still too early for spring's signs to make any earnest appearance to help truly satisfy anything.

On his return up the mountainside late in the daylight, when he ran across them each on their own prowls, he independently directed Vega first and then later on Atlas towards the same good lead on a game trail he'd spied earlier on his rounds. Antares he had seen not too long ago when he went lurking off into the shadows of the woods further west of here, so besides Osiris, who was probably training with Hydra if recent trend was anything to go by.. that left Jarilo practically to his own devices almost absolutely, so he wandered a sparse, thinning fringe of forest before it opened once more to snow-covered meadows.

He trotted slow at an easy cruise, nose low, but eyes up, looking far more composed than he felt these days--pointedly keeping a delicate arm's length about gravitational pull of the Kukutux topic, despite curiosity and convenience that let him check in vaguely enough, though not knowing if this was the right thing for him to do at all just to begin. Facing any unknown like that, he was nervous about it, though, because of all its implication.