Firefly Glen where what's to be, they say will be

With a twitch of an ear, Jarilo suspected his glance might soon be rewarded.. and with a little patience, she did come forward enough to show herself. This made him arc towards her, tail swung with an upward curve, but he didn't exaggerate the gesture. Most of all, he was light on his feet and confident of where he was, given his own circumstance of home and camaraderie just to begin. But, he turned with a curious eye, quick to size her up as well as he could for as much as she would give him. It was early yet, though, so he was exuding his careful neutrality that toed the line for more, only hard to say which direction this might go with a practiced grace.

So he did chance a step, then two closer, nose first and sniffing plainly in her direction while waiting to see if that would spur a reaction in her. Her depiction did not immediately match of the recent offenders to Moonspear's sanctity, he thought there. She only smelled like the wilds at large, and her features were long, all in ashy sorts of grayscale. He certainly didn't ping as familiar to him, but he was prepared for this and unwilling to write her off so soon. Stranger, he greeted, dipping his nose sharply in her direction, keeping his slew of questions quiet for now at least--though his intent posture might've alluded to a few of them.