Sun Mote Copse slow dancer, no answer

On Clover, he easily supposed this other family pack was a likely place. It didn't feel like his right to concern himself too badly, though. Hearing that she was not here in the copse still was probably as far as he ought to take it, though it wasn't without a lingering flick of disappointment. Thankfully, he had been ready to accept that from months back when his last attempts to find her had fallen short. It's possible, I'd say, he rolled his shoulders a bit, half dismissive of that thread of a topic, since he had nowhere else to take it. Now was no time to unpack the details of the friendship he had only begun to foster with the Blackthorn, anyway.

But, unsurprisingly, his brother's answer paired up with what he had known already. Family, mostly, and the geography spoke for itself. Flat. It didn't particularly bode well with him personally (even without landslides), but as such, he had not fled the heights--and neither did he plan to, so long as his budding branch of family could live peacefully, and prosper. He could visit the lowlands any time, but the thought of living full time down below made his lungs squeeze, unnerved. Less trespassers isn't bad, maybe the woods don't drawn the eye quite so.. he supposed. The Spear was kind of hard to miss. He had always wondered if that was what contributed--it was a literal beacon to some, perhaps.

Then: I feel far from the stars here, and no doubt, he was. Jarilo bit back that, though his ears flicked about it. The view can't be nearly the same, he sighed gently, deciding that was far softer than anything else. In his view, Arcturus was far from them, willingly--so sympathy could only do so much. He walked away from their favor in exchange for this other family, and their forest. I would miss them a lot, he added, realizing it was not only the stars, but all else too--the crisp, empty air. It was the slopes, the lands he had grown on, where he had run with their parents once, and his siblings after too. Maybe one day soon, his sons and daughters.

Which.. rolled his thoughts back towards home, and what was waiting for him. Had he exhausted all he could here? Probably not, but, he did not want to overstay, or risk souring everything. It was a tenuous balance. Do you think you'll visit the range again? Not necessarily the Spear, understandably, but the rest of the neighborhood, I guess.. Maybe all the flat here satisfied him well enough though and maybe he simply wished to stay far away from what had hurt him so. Jarilo didn't want to be a complete stranger though, and he didn't know how much roaming around he'd be doing soon in the months to come--so hard to say how long-lasting the upcoming goodbye might need to be.