Firefly Glen pretty brown eyes

After a howl to tell his packmates of his intent (and invite them if they wanted to come), the steely Ostrega was out on the hunt and he was not about to be discriminating in his tastes--anything that would pad their caches would work for him. That was the main goal, and of course, he would not hold back in adding Moonspear traffic to the Glen at their doorstep. Considering that Hydra and Kukutux both had litters on the way in that order, and he had very high investment in the stakes of both of them, he was quick to be very protective of all of it--plus, they still had missing wolves and enemies abroad. Just in case, may as well keep a lookout from here, too.

Jarilo's route had him swinging wide and by now, had distanced himself from the heights by sunrise. None of the trails steering him out this way had been fruitful enough so far, but he wasn't worried. There was plenty of day left. After he finished up a quick pee on the biggest tree that caught his eye, he prowled on after a little hint of.. he wasn't all sure. That curiosity weaved him along further and his nose quivered over another clue. 

Ears twitching, he heard the young wolf before he found it exactly.. and went walking up towards his view, slowly. Pups made him cautious. Pups not of their own made him downright suspicious. Not immediately detecting an adult around a whelp that young--he was bothered. Not exactly what he had come out here to hunt for. What are you doing out here? he asked, spying the youngling who smelled like the pines. His furs gave a wary ripple, hoping this mottled thing's mother wasn't about to assault him before he could shoo him back home.