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the dark cub felt the oppressing gaze of the ursine-like female; he knew his hour was likely spent, and so, studied the disturbed earth in remorse. the baleful, blameful voice of his elder caused him to shudder, and the rumble that came from the hulking she-wolf's companion seemed friendly in comparison.

arcturus could not bring himself to meet their gaze; nor could he, as a cub whose tongue had been atrophied by silence, muster up an answer. he struggled laboriously, and painfully evidently, against the mulish inaction of his tongue -- until at last, defeated by his inability to conjure speech, he simply gave a timid shrug and collapsed to the ground; let their fangs find him, if they may -- he would not run.