Moonspear all is as all should be

The weather had finally turned warmer, though he couldn't have said he had much faith in it lasting. It had been a cool spring compared to the year before, the snow almost daring to linger longer than it should along the slopes of the jagged mountain. Yet the greenery had prevailed in the end; it almost exploded in segments overnight from day to day, and flowers were in full bloom where they dared to grow along the midland.

The loose stones shifted beneath his feet as he worked against the grain of gravity here, the soil damp and better suited to the horned goats and their ilk. He could have taken an easier path along, perhaps a better traveled one, but restless had imbued him and seized his thoughts with an iron grasp.

Hydra would be whelping soon—his wonders like the year before were renewed.

But it was not the only thing that weighed on his mind either. He wondered after his soon to be eldest children and wondered after the rest of Moonspear itself. There were newer faces in their midst now, some there longer than others in truth, but a weary, wary sense followed him. Jarilo and Kukutux crossed his thoughts too—he had seen neither, but imagined their roles were no different than what he shared with his wife.

In the middle of all this, his eyes locked onto a black smudge against the stark granite. @Lyra, he presumed; he hadn't seen much of Nikai or Alya either but knew that they were about. Generally one not far from the other, and in this case this particular smudge on the horizon was not accompanied by anyone yet. Finding purchase along the slope as it evened out along the lowland, he called out to her with a chuff.