Moonspear a revolution is one spin round

Jarilo may not have been as imposing as his brothers—so Dirge had learned of one the hard way—but perhaps it was the smaller ones that needed to be worried about. Their teeth could worry the same strip of flesh just as well as any jacked-up hulking behemoth so long as they hit their mark, and he thought to mention this until their conversation turned elsewhere.

His brow raised for a moment in consideration.

"I have," he said. It may as well have seemed an era ago since he had been there, at least in any depth. "What would you like to know? Plotting an adventure?" A roguish smile came along to follow, and he wondered what had stirred Jarilo's interest in the first place. The mountain did offer views to whet several appetites, but he had always thought the wolves here to be more homebodies than they let on.

sorry for the insane delay