Moonspear a wrench for your wrench

wohh!!!

Feeling withdrawn lately and probably like he should consider a rest, he had receded up into the heights of the mountain for the day, and now only worked his way down at all thanks to the howl that may as well have turned him upside-down--Clover?! Upon hearing that, disbelief came first, accompanied so soon after by confusion, and all at once, he spearheaded right to a deep, strange worry. Hydra's howl sounded just after, jarring him to present sometime while he debated throwing his own voice to the winds too so she could know he heard, but for what? His thoughts refocused quickly, searching for the solid baseline of understanding. Hydra came first, proximity demanded. But, also.. Clover, out there. Alone, presumably? That didn't settle well with him.

He wasn't making it past the woods without slipping forth to find his sister, though, whether he liked it or not as his head buzzed with anxiety. His ears were slicked back and he found her silently, but tense himself in his distance he kept because he had heard a call like that one before. Not hers, necessarily.. but he remembered far too well. Jarilo was physically at her mercy, though his thoughts remained scattered--distracted, unnerved, but this was not all new; his deeper reflections, ones raised by talks of his future lately had done it to him like they always did. Plus Hydra's recent heat, the slow shift towards spring, Kukutux's company...