Moonspear kangaa ☖

Jarilo had been watching over the scene, soaking it in, and memorizing its finest details through a thinly-veiled relaxation. The day was warm, picturesque, well in line with the summer that had settled peacefully on the slopes--for the most part. There were no complaints, but, he knew what was due and distantly, remembered when his own younger siblings had reached a similar milestone. His own litter's trek beyond the den was far too hazy to recount for himself, but his older sister's might only remind him of the tribulations his ill-fated sister had seen about then...

Nevertheless, he knew it was as good a time as any and the growing pair needed some increased range. He trusted that the two could benefit from it, along with the increased exposure to the rest of the pack as well--most notably, their cousins. Largely, he was in good spirits about the transition for them, and came drifting closer to the den's doorstep when he saw Kukutux begin to rally them. Then, once they were in motion, he fell into step at the rear of the line, just in case such a vantage may be necessary--though he sincerely doubted either pup would need a lot of convincing to go where their mother led. His gaze wandered from cub to cub, watching as they traversed the path onto the mountainside, well on their way to the rendezvous.

Dotted in flowers, and quiet too for now, he moved up alongside Kukutux with a low, fond rumble. Mostly, he still focused on the pups as she sent them on. He wanted them to be acquainted with the space before introducing other, more unfamiliar sorts. That would come soon enough, with plenty of lessons on how to be safest here, and elsewhere too--but one thing at a time. Consider this home base now.. and there's lots more to do and see here, his tail waved happily along with the encouragement on his words, for he was not about to hold them back.

It was about then that he blinked to the whole realization while Sia rolled merrily in the flowers. How far they had come already, from the tiny little sprouts they had been. Though he still worried for them, and what could they all still could face (which was natural, he thought, for a first time venture).. yet this was something. He was feeling sentimental, he supposed, and nosed his wife's shoulder softly to regroup, lingering close.