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He canted his head first, but now wasn't the moment to inquire at length about their own wandering pups moons ago--and he was fairly certain that Dragomir and Isilmë had never known the mountain at quite that small and that circumstance had been different enough back then, but beyond the similarities, that past was neither here nor there at this moment. Jarilo kept a watchful eye trained on who had come for the cub, and with his alpha's more eloquent warning, the dark Ostrega was quiet beside him in support in case anyone had any resistance.

Which.. given the utter lack of response from the Neverwinter wolf, they wanted nothing to do with it, so Jarilo just sort of shrugged at it in an oh well we tried sort of way. When he picked up the happy pup and went on his way, leaving the Moonspear trio to be, he watched them head back towards the pines. Once out of his sight, Jarilo finally pivoted to glance between both of his packmates, Dirge first, then the stranger. Well.. that's on them, I guess, he huffed, regrouping now that he didn't have to be so anxious about that puppy that still left a faintly-lingering concern. I came out here to hunt deer trails, not wayward pups. Want to keep at it..? he offered to them both, pairing with a soft tail-sway as he jerked his muzzle towards the rest of the woods--in a direction opposite Neverwinter's pines. Though I don't think I quite got your name yet. I'm Jarilo, he mentioned, green eyes on the fellow who he guessed was a new addition that Hydra had accepted into their fold based on scent. Once the initial surprise of him had settled off, he could stand to be a bit more personable.