Moonspear nuyuiksuk ⚬

His sister's words hung heavy in his conscious even while the pale stranger gave him her thanks. From the ones set heavily in decree before the pack, back towards the ones shaped in praise of his carefulness--essentially, he wasn't able to forget and as simple as it seemed, they had helped him keep to a path of no consequence. Even in such recent weeks as these, ones tense thanks to a mountain bustling more than usual, always busy, somehow. He had to keep what she said near to him when doubts had not healed after what last year had taken, and what he knew it all could do.

He tried not to think too deeply, though an absence like that did not come so easily to him when he knew he must steel himself majorly. That would be me, he replied, chancing a hint of a smirk to help him refuse to wonder why his sister's brothers came up at all. You must have met Arcturus already then, he said, as Hydra was a given and their mother had been careful with the sons, even fewer who persisted here; who knew where Revui went, but it was hardly relevant now. He didn't want to loom over her, or stare lengthily. Long day? he asked, eyeing the work again instead.

The dark Ostrega shook the gathering snowfall off his coat before he found a way to heft the skins, and tried to shoulder them somewhat for what he wanted to make into a very quick trip. Until he could test their distribution, he tried to hold them for the first few steps. He hoped this was fine. This had to be fine, and he glanced over to her with a soft chuff before leading the way--slow at first, but eventually testing into a bit more as he moved them through the woodlot, towards a rise of rock where small caves tucked neatly in-between--all sheltered here in the woods, relatively enough for the Spear.