Moonspear upon us all a little rain must fall

Lost in a miserable daze lately where he had only barely surfaced from some of the worst, darkest hours of his life--he also lost count of them precisely, but the exhaustion of such a suffering was wrought into his bones now that he had finally picked himself up again, motivated by Hydra's new litter and the return of some of his wandering sisters. @Vela, his last-living littermate especially.

But Jarilo wasn't feeling very sociably lately though. At least he was up, out and around as he walked on slowly despite the humid air that smelled like rain. He was trying to sniff along, so went on with his head drooped low and rest of him just drifting across the mountain's lower reaches (that thankfully he could navigate on autopilot).  After a little while's prowl, the cliff hung nearby, overhead, and too often for his tastes, his eyes skirted upwards, only to rake down the edge of it as he tried to imagine their fall.. and what it had taken with them from him..

But he had to focus elsewhere, and he started tracking more towards the borderlands properly on the watch for something.