Moonspear i see the torch we all must hold

As he roved, little changed. The waterway overpowered its former curvatures, in some places more dramatically than others. No matter where he looked, wetness prevailed his every sense and the longer he thought about it, the more it threatened to weigh him down--metaphorically, though the perpetually wet fur was another issue entirely, one he would save fretting over for later. Now, it was just best not to think about that. He kept his sights turned to the landscape at large.

Still, he picked his way along, frowning well to himself until his ears turned to the sound of something besides water. Not exactly a familiar voice, but he turned to see a face he didn't recognize.. but he checked out, scent-wise.. at least as well as he could tell in all this sogginess; Hydra had given him the short of it whereas their ambassador and guardian were concerned, and Kukutux provided further insight as well. The dark beta gave pause until the other could catch up (the footing wasn't the greatest out here, and he didn't want to make the other feel like rushing), and even then, he wasn't in a massive hurry to get back to it. The creek continued to churn. Oh, hey, he returned, amicable, and keen to see someone who wasn't just the rain and its doings here with him. Normally its a lot more peaceful out here, he gestured at the waters, threatened by a scowl then. What brings you this way? I'm Jarilo.. by the way, he asked, and provided, at once.