Moonspear with that silver dagger in his hands

Jarilo was drawn up the mountainside as well, effectively abandoning his patrol elsewhere and turning upwards to their heart. First by the call, concerning enough all on its own, then urged along faster by scents that told a little more of the story--though it was far from enough. His strides lengthened and distance ate away beneath him, dread, frustration, and downright worry very much a part of him.

Hackles spiked tall, and the pointed stare he entered with pinned on Wraen first, her involvement in this not exactly anticipated. His brother's very presence in the flesh with his howl and the message it carried was yet to be addressed, though far from forgotten. He certainly had no appreciation for the stench of Firebirds tracks right on up their slopes, though, bold enough to approach their rendezvous. Dragomir and Arcturus' exchange, however, he tailed in on the end of, but he was busy quickly gathering what else he could from the scene--Kukutux's presence included, noted, and flashing a new fury over this intrusion, knowing what he could.

His tail rose, as did the rest of him. I hope there is a good reason for this, he snapped as he came striding closer to Dragomir to bolster the young delta's command to leave and simultaneously angling to place himself between Kukutux and any who stood in opposition to the mountain he protected.