Moonspear a wrench for your wrench

As Jarilo went striding closer, and she did the same, he didn't expect an apology to come first. Already by that point, it had little effect on his buzzing anxiousness, one that finally seized an outlet for action when he licked his lips and dipped his muzzle to her once paused. The nature of the call certainly had him unnerved, all when the first howl from well beyond had already set him on edge. Still, he accepted, and listened on as her explanation wove forth--of choice, spring, proposal, then.. the future.

Damn it all. He sensed what loomed here, and knew all too well. Whatever Hydra's depths may take did concern him, though, and rightfully enough. Jarilo's eyes were narrowed, frustrated, but not at her. He prefaced with a deep breath, last minute trying to compose himself, somehow.

I worry about taking it too quickly.. he admitted, for his own sake, though the opportunity was self explanatory. And taking it too slow all at once, he shook his head softly. Because a lot could change in an instant. He knew hesitation had no place, not an unguided one. I am.. Overwhelmed? Afraid? He worried about a lot else, too--the commitment, the entire notion of mateship. He saw what it did, the good and the bad, for while it created him, Hydra, their siblings, and everything they stood for, it could still take away something so valuable. He had felt torn up about this for too long, which wasn't helping. Trying. I've spent some time with her, it's new still. We do have some interests in common, and she seems like the mountain can work for her, he detailed quietly, knowing none of it was an answer because he didn't know what exactly he wanted. Maybe it was that? How could he know?