Moonspear There is so much wrong going on outside

On the frazzled edges of his awareness, Dirge's arrival took some of the bulk of this off his shoulders already. He nodded slow to add to that--it was a rough time to come to their peak, and to seek Charon no less. If Jarilo heard right, it sounded like Hydra's mate was at least somewhat familiar with this stranger, though... who soon confirmed, and introduced herself as Maia, of the Firebirds, and friend of Charon's.

As for his father, the patriarch of this peak, Jarilo's expression was sorrowful and his lips twitched downward. Maybe his phrasing wasn't the best. He wished he could say he'd come back soon, content with a knowing grin.. but instead he could only account for what was left of his once proud body, smashed and battered after his mother finally did them in. He won't be.. he said quietly, feeling his heart quicken preemptively over more bad news--he had to get it out quick, though a glance to Dirge made it tempting to leave it to him. He's gone. Dead, now, he added, ears down and eyes following it, not feeling very good about how Maia may take it. If she had been a friend, then Jarilo instinctively braced for more sadness, because his sea of sorrow was enough to deal with as it was.