Sun Mote Copse slow dancer, no answer

Despite the overcast skies, Jarilo's earlier hunts had found successes and he was in decent spirits, if not a little rankled when he paused long enough to realize time's passing--all on full display around him as spring bloomed and nature took its course. Lately, Hydra had gone scarce while the moon grew each night, so he had his inklings there of what was nearing. Concurrently, it was very easy to let his dedication to Kukutux deepen with each day as well, awash in all his thoughts about her, and their own upcoming brood that there was no denying by now.

But, one thing at a time, he must remember--which threaded him into his next notion, something he shouldn't keep delaying before it became too late and he would be terribly hard-pressed to leave the Spear at all.

As he cruised a canter along on the shortest route he knew, he found he only came this way when something was weighing heavily on his mind; it seemed an awfully familiar trek in that regard. Last venture, far more innocently, it had been Clover preoccupying his thoughts but with him now he carried a heavier burden, one made from stewing on what had driven his dark brother to act in the ways he had and depart from them on a note like that. Now that an entire turn of the moon and then some had come and gone, he felt this might be necessary.. if not terribly overdue. Maybe some of the dust had settled, or maybe the wounds had only festered. He would have to find out.

The Ostrega slowed once the forest's edge came to greet him, and he found his pause well before the claim's trafficked borderlands could come underfoot. There, lingering to himself in the last hour of waning daylight, he tilted back his muzzle and raised a call that asked for @Arcturus.