Moonspear rendezvous

A new sense of duty in these recent weeks had done him well. Jarilo had been loitering nearby as he helped guard and hunt as needed, but the yearling still didn't know what all the noise was about when he heard squealing. By now he well understood how noisy the pups could be, fussing wasn't usual, but the tone urged him to go investigate. A few long, springing strides later and he was at the den's entrance, sniffing and snooping around until he was able to better pinpoint what the commotion had been about.

He had to hone his path in a little better to find the brothers, and as soon as he did, he went bounding to their side without a second thought of how or why this was. He expertly skimmed the incline that had clobbered them both, making short work of it and hardly thinking twice about it with a lifetime of such slopes at his back. The steely Ostrega did notice they looked distressed (although not necessarily the cry that rang out from elsewhere) and that was far more worth his focus. He closed in--not that he knew how to really read this situation with wolves this small and pretty new at living still. "Hey! You little things okay out here??" he barked out before he even reached them, nose low and searching as a particularly worried look swept over the dark Arcturus, who he went to go nudge at first.