Firefly Glen pretty brown eyes

As the words left his mouth, he eased to a slow stop and ohhh no, that puppy looked way too happy to see him--big smile and all gave him no room to doubt that. While cute, true, he was too hung up on everything that was wrong about this.. being someone this terribly, ridiculously young out here where he could find him. This wasn't what he planned to deal with.

If you think wandering puppies are funny, I guess, the dark Ostrega eyeballed his little playbow. He was awfully friendly, and he had definitely never seen markings like those. Confused, conflicted, and scanning the horizon for signs of actual Neverwinter adults again, Jarilo swished his tail with a notch of frustration in it. Whatever you think you're up to out here... you do gotta get yourself back home, little dude, he emphasized, and about then, he heard Dirge, who appeared not long after. Jarilo gave him a splayed-ear look, and shot it right back to the pup. 

Really wish I knew, he sighed, glancing then from the alpha back to towards the directions of Neverwinter's pines. The rest of his statement trailed off when an unfamiliar fellow appeared to greet them. Smelling Hydra on him measured back Jarilo's initial reaction, but he was still unsure about such newness. Now wasn't leaving him a lot of room for more mysteries. At least he seemed on their side, vaguely enough, so he would try to take that in stride. He answered first with a nod. Obviously. He's real lucky nothing nasty has found him yet, he remarked, and perked his head; approaching from the woods, someone was calling. Sounds like they must've caught on... he said, giving a defensive pivot and rise of his furs when a stranger came rushing in towards them after--towards the pup, most of all, and at least appearances matched well enough to not concern him.

Still, Jarilo wasn't going to balk entirely, though he left some space behind his hard stare as he backed off from the pups a few steps of his own. You're welcome then, he droned, none too appreciative of the teeth when he should be at least a little thankful they didn't eat the thing themselves--or let the kid find those who earnestly did hunt wolf's flesh. Moonspear had no real interest in the survival of neighboring packs' pups anyway--the eventual competitors to their own, most likely. What if he had wanted to act on that? Thankfully he did not, but oh how easy it could've been. There's a whole lot worse than us he could find out here. he imparted as he moved on towards Dirge's side, likely to prepare a leave soon if this was going to be the case.