Moonspear i see the torch we all must hold

When the yearling caught up, he stepped back on to an easy walk. I suppose if you're into that.. he replied with a soft chuff of a laugh. Though he favored quiet for this place, he would appreciate a different outlook's side all the same.  Admittedly, I'm just used to a peaceful scene here. I've never seen it be so much, the dark Ostrega shook his head softly. He knew what it usually was, what he considered its usual rather, and that was where his worry trickled in--as all the unknown swelled at its banks, no end in sight for the gray, dreary skies. Yeah--I was thinking I should do the same soon, honestly. Hope the road's being good to them, he answered, having carried his thoughts of Desdemona and Osiris not so long ago, hoping they were doing alright out on their travels even as he cast another stare to the waterway. He wondered how long they would be gone, too.. and if the rains had impeded anything so far.

Anyway, the beta felt some things fall firmly place after finding out that indeed, this was Bronco. This sway to his tail came with a knowing look, and slow nod. I heard. How are your ribs doing, by the way? he asked him then, easily seguing into that area of interest--since he already understood they were lucky to have Kukutux to help tend their hurts. Jarilo knew just enough about the situation's outside from his arctic wife, and how long had it been by now? Really not that long, in the grand scheme. At least Bronco was young, though, and hopefully he was seeing some improvement by now; he seemed to be getting along alright when hurt ribs could be awfully significant. Knowing that it had been a bear's doing, he was perhaps lucky it wasn't worse. But, there was certainly something to appreciate about his bravery to find his way to that position. Jarilo had to give him silent credit for that one.