Sun Mote Copse slow dancer, no answer

Bypassing the mention of the whelps soonest to populate the slopes, he still found no cracks in this ice and simply nodded first before the proper ruminations could come. Noted, however. Good, he answered, flatly for him, because if nothing else, at least his brother could say that much: his needs were met, evidently. But, he couldn't help but think that Arcturus wanted little to do with him. Maybe less, considering what he represented, or perhaps it was his timing that made him colder; he had not exactly made haste to come do this, but for reason enough--given the circumstances, and too soon would have only been a different hassle, he believed.

Jarilo began to sense the bitterness that seeped further and further down, given this to feed off, and urged along quite so readily--where a mention of Wraen found it hard to hold his tongue. That suspicion which newly surrounded her, founded on what he had seen for himself paired with what Hydra had given him otherwise.. she is rotting your brain some darkness in him rose, wanting to say. But, if this was what he wanted, then so be it. Is Wraen why you came here? he asked. And, though unsaid, why she accompanied him on the mountain that day? He was not going to forget, slighted by her disregard for their spire where her sovereignty meant nothing.