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In prowling the woods in pursuit of his next hunt, the dark Ostrega's trail carried him along to sign of Yama's recent route. Interested enough in checking up with her, especially with everything as of lately considered, he shifted course and made short work of what remained to separate them. Soon, relieved when he could see her earthen shades, he announced himself with a low chuff, and slipped from between the trees to hopefully join her.

Intending to place himself beside her, and maybe even match stride if she kept to hers, his tail swayed gently as he said Hey, first and foremost, while he would gauge the rest of it from there. Jarilo felt that they could benefit from a little catch-up, or even just some company if she wouldn't mind his any--despite the fact that they had never been overly close before; she was a reclusive sort, he knew, taking those habits from their mother and honing it for herself while he was often pulled this way or that lately. But, now they were both the last remainders of their littermates who roved these slopes. He wanted to know that she was handling it alright--as well as any of them could hope to, at least.

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