Moonspear Every time we have no control

It was a summons with his sister's name on it, but given the nature of times like these, he wanted to go see what was going on too. From nearby on his patrol, he shifted his route, and arrived behind a steady trickle of other Moonspearian wolves--all interested in seeing what would warrant a call like that.

But, he didn't find Dirge or Hydra among them yet, and Lyra was keeping to the shadows. Desdemona and Keres seemed to take up a guard, along with Mira and Vega's scrutinizing quiet. So, the beta would take it upon himself to entertain in the meantime--something to that effect, anyway, considering he was comfortable with this many eyes to watch his back while he was feeling as guarded as this. Jarilo went moving on towards the duo, making himself known with ease. Until his superiors came, his tail carried an easy arc, the rest of him imbued with a refined confidence.

Since he was best suited to keeping things together here at home, he had yet to put his nose on the scent of Teekon's most maligned, until now. They were a strange looking pair to his discerning tastes, scarred and a hybrid. Greetings, the dark Ostrega offered first as he smoothly came to his halt. Welcome to Moonspear, he settled towards the larger brindle of the two with a nod, though the welcome wasn't exactly warm; he was keeping an eye on them until the alphas arrived. And it sounds like you have business with Hydra? She will be around soon, I'm sure, he said in the meantime; he didn't know exactly what she was busy with, but between the mountain, and now the glen, no doubt something could occupy her times.