Moonspear ignivik ¦

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Painfully new to this process up close, yet knowing that it was coming sooner over later, he offered no objections when Kukutux finally ushered him away from the comfort of her side. That much did understand, even if he didn't like it as it sent him further into an unknown. It was simply not his place there any longer, and he ducked low on his way out, after a murmur of his best wishes--and fondness--for her discomfort was not lost on him, and neither was it the end of what she would have to face on this voyage. He worried, of course, like he did when he just didn't know, but maybe his encouragement might be worth some scrap of something. Jarilo left her company with a heavy heart.

Turned out to the mountainside's open air alone to muster his best patience, Jarilo would wait, and wait. However long it took, he had no say. His anxious paws carved a route of guard around the clearing, widening first, then pulling back close eventually as the rounds were made in pensive silence on repeat. On the way, he found @Antares and @Atlas, who he warned off with word of what he was anticipating, trusting in the pair to carry his message and help keep a watch beyond his own eyes as well. The shadows disappeared back to the forests just as they had come to surely pass on what they now knew. Then, watching them go, the older Ostrega resumed his vigil. 

Jarilo never could settle for long, even eventually as hours passed and anxiousness wore fatigue into him. Sometime therein, posted just beyond the ulaq, he dozed halfheartedly when pacing no longer satisfied some unseen need, though it was with ears up flickering to every sound and shifting uncomfortably on his wife's behalf. But he would not interrupt, or burden her with his wondering. He trusted her, and placed faith upon her to see them all through to the other side--herself with it, importantly. He was reminded to hold dearly onto what he had then as well.

When heavy clouds soon gave way to showers, it pressed him closer to the shelter, where his waiting continued until over the petrichor, he scented something different--new. Quivering his nose, eager for more, he bided his time, thick with anticipation. Soon, he hoped. Soon.. until curiosity finally angled his muzzle towards the entrance, and though he could not see past the darkness, he studied the new quiet over the sound of the rain.