Moonspear Every time we have no control

A few more had come, even his son among them to stand beside him. In typical Moonspear fashion, they've all come to see what's going on and in this, he wanted to be wary, already and licked the back of his teeth as he contemplated this.. entire scene.

It was obvious early that he was not at all who their visitors sought, judging by his lack of much more than a nod and a look-over back but Jarilo stayed where he was, right where they would all have to see him. They don't want to talk to him and it's abundantly clear, but thankfully Dirge's appearance lured something out of them--at least enough to confirm to him they could communicate in words, of course. The beta's ears perked, and he stood firm.

He found himself slightly less aware of each of their lurkers, but feels that something is building there all the same. But what he can't fathom is if that is a good thing. Something doesn't sit right and assumptions do little to soothe anything over, either.

When Jarilo noticed Hydra's doings, he immediately rose his furs. He tensed newly, ready, and close to launch to her aid. First he had to see the dogwolf's reaction (if she managed anything), but secondarily, the scarred one was his next focus--a bodyguard perhaps? He could easily step in too. Who knew with these supposed Saints that he had heard nothing good about, the misery of the wilds at large. Jarilo showed his teeth, his tail swung aggressively because the second someone who was not Donovan swung for his shadowed sister, he was coming for them and this was his clear threat. Without aiming to interrupt whatever Hydra might manage first, of course, which his next move banked on..