Moonspear a wrench for your wrench

He supposed now with it off his chest, and met with no judgement or discouragement, he could come to feel a little better about it. In the long run, it certainly helped; he just might not realize it completely yet. Maybe knowing, wholly, that there was no right or wrong here was what concerned him, who sought stability, wanting to bring it himself where he could too. But this reasoned a shift in perspective, if he bothered to look deep enough. She gave him enough else to consider anyway.

When she reached for him, he nipped playfully towards her chest and took the moment to appreciate the gesture fully. He had to let some of the tension and uncertainties go. Hydra drove home this point now, and after he shook out his own fur with a low, answering rumble of his own, he willed it all ways and let motion flow--forward.

The click of her teeth shifted him, quick, reminding him instantly of how so painfully, she was their mother's daughter--just as all of them reflected their own lasting pieces of their parents, who never could leave them entirely. Jarilo danced aside, the first pawstep a touch stiff, but he fell neatly into the practiced grace his home, and upbringing, gave him there on. Though, distance didn't last long, for he arced himself back and rounded back to her: bouncing up with a playful lunge towards her nearest side, eager to forget about it for a moment, and while he was letting his frustrations air like this, he may as well work them off too. Hydra would understand. It was who they were, how it was--at least so said the brutality of blood.

feel free to fade it if y'wanna or idc!