Moonspear out of mind, out of sight

Despite the rain, Jarilo pressed on with his routine and today caught himself weighing his options between looking up or down the slopes. His hunts lately had done alright, given what he could flush out with everything soaking wet, so he felt no pressing need there just yet. It was probably wise to upkeep the guard, as word had traveled that Desdemona (a frequent and dedicated night watcher) and Osiris (a homegrown, strong cause for their protection) would be traveling beyond to scout about a bit--vacating their business here for now. He wondered what news they would bring back, though he did not hold his breath for anything monumental to him particularly. Still, he hoped the road, and the faces they found alongside it, would be kind to them and that they could return swiftly, in one piece.

While he moseyed and chewed through these considerations, he flicked back an ear and slowed to a pause. Realization crept up on him that he was not quite alone, although it took him a moment to pin down exactly why. Small, possibly sneaking paws, perhaps? Well, he panned a slow look around, gauging his scene, and decided that he could work with this--the pups were at an age where they were understanding more and more about their home, and the life the Spear presented for them, so he wasn't going to stifle that so soon if that was the case here. Silently, he picked his walk back up to see if they would come too.