Moonspear I am like a satellite,

Once their pathways converged, he splayed his ears and swayed his tail with a bit more energy than before, though his gestures carried the weight of despair still. More than that, he intended to rise to meet her, and more than merely in that instant; times had been too difficult now to not. He had always wanted to stand by her side, and offer his support, however he could. She was too important of a pillar in his life for him to be anything less. Though he knew nothing he could do, or say, would truly equal what they had weathered.

He wished he could have the right words to offer as well, but physicality spoke its volumes too. Jarilo could tune into those quieter frequencies, too, and leaned against her fondly. A low rumble deep in his throat only to say he would hear her woes out, or help make the silence not so lonesome.