Sun Mote Copse slow dancer, no answer

Jarilo was not one for lingering on the fringes of claims like this, but he remained dedicated to the cause and persistently watchful in case they might decide against his presence before he could find what he wanted. Who knew what kinds of slander against the evil mountain wolves had run its course here, and what sort of light his family might now be painted in? But, his sights darted towards  motion, and soon, the forest revealed Arcturus. The relief he found then was lukewarm, and tentative at its very best. Jarilo watched him come carefully, mindful of himself then, but there was no mistaking the look he wore.

Face to face, never had so many miles spanned between them.

His ears tipped towards a splay, and swallowing back mixed feelings before they could brew, he forged on. If it's entirely unwelcome that I be here, I will go, he prefaced quietly, short of nothing better to begin with, and remembering clear as day his brother's parting words of fuck this place--something Jarilo felt extended to him, in some abstract way, all made of the fibers of their home. If he wanted nothing to do with them, then he would respect that, and that would be the message he carried back to the mountain-dwelling Ostregas. He only hoped Arcturus could tell him this outright, so the rest of his words came carefully--not wanting to get too far too soon. But I wanted to see that you were.. doing well, and here.. he elaborated, pointing to the copse of trees at behind his inky sibling, all while feeling thankful for the lack of Wraen's presence; that was the last thing he needed now.