Moonspear with that silver dagger in his hands

His dark sister arrived not far behind him, and though he did not spare the focus on finding out the exacts, he sensed others were soon to come. Moonspear wouldn't brush aside a note like that from one of their misplaced wolves, or the scent of an intruder no less--which, loathe as he was to have to admit this in times like these, may as well just about make that two considering the nature of the words he heard them exchange already.. though he knew that was not all to it. His eyes narrowed, skimming from one, to the next as it escalated, him trying to keep up, understand, and keep himself tempered all the same as heartbreak threatened to grip him.

That Wraen chose to foolishly ignore them all, even as they pressured the situation on their home turf that she had so clearly fouled, struck him as well--quickly, and freely souring the opinion he had before in an instant. She was lucky, then, that his snarl stayed silent, and he only showed his teeth beneath the curled lips. This was wrong, and his irritation rippled through his spiking furs, anxious and angry that this would even need to come to this.. But, some innate part said not to be surprised. A happy, easy reunion was simply asking too much.

When Arcturus turned to go, Jarilo watched him and Wraen carefully to see that they followed through with this exit without help, and Dragomir was gone from beside him not long after he realized. Now with an icy frown as he simmered, he stayed put for the time, but chanced a look back for Kukutux, then returned to Hydra--ready to change this if need be, but largely waiting this out for the dust of it to settle--assuming it didn't take a fresh new turn for the ugly before then. If so, he would simply have to follow the intruders out, and regroup afterward.