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If anything, unquestionably, he was able to take his comforts from the night. He slid onward effortlessly, all despite his inner turmoil, and from each shadow to the next, he had that age-old grace etched into his every move like he was some natural. But, he wasn't feeling able to appreciate it wholly, not when his nose swung towards a scent on his way--strange, at first of course.. but soon vaguely familiar then the longer he was able to process it. Wait..?

He kept the last few strides just as long as he before, and honed in on her with his ears pressed fully forward. I know you..right? His squint and expression seemed to worry, or maybe he was bothered by how heavy the air felt still.. but he was sorting easily through the shadows too, and that was the pack scent of Clover, Colt, and Maia--the first wolf Jarilo had seen outside the family after his parents had plummeted right out of his life like that. Anyway, he stepped closer with the appearance of a particularly guarded glide, though his shoulders seemed awfully tense--somehow more than a little contradictory as his tail swung questionably through the air. Hey.. he chuffed, interrupting or not. Looking for something? he guessed, generalizing it enough. She was probably just passing through, anyway, which so was he technically.