Sun Mote Copse slow dancer, no answer

Judging by the gesture that came before Arcturus even said anything, he had that second to brace for the answer--no, essentially. Maybe not quite so firm as that, unlikely, but it read as negative enough for him. By now, he wasn't in any position to push it into being anything more than that.

His reply was a short quip of a nod, unable to bring it to be anything greater. So it would be, it seemed.

I would like you to meet them, too, he was able to say, truthfully.  Jarilo was eager to meet them too and wished, badly, his brother could be closer to them. But yeah, some day. There was a furrow to his brow then, wondering. Some day, perhaps, made all the more difficult by the prior notion of Arcturus' want to stay well away. He had no intention to haul them across the wilds any time soon and it would be quite some time before he even roamed around himself, let alone with any younglings in tow. He wanted them safe, close to the mountain that had raised him too. Which.. I should get back, soon, Jarilo brought up. I don't want to be complete strangers now.. despite everything, but I know I won't be out that much soon. Still, it was good to see you, he said, in some ways better than others. He wouldn't touch on the bad again, leaving it at that as he dipped his muzzle, and began to step back.