Moonspear in roaring he shall rise

his quiet yowls of protest ceased as his den-mate grew quiet -- arcturus tilted his head, confused by the sudden silence. in the murky dark he could make out a shape just barely -- as it turned towards the light its depth and clarity grew. curious to behold whatever spectacle it was, arcturus toddled after his brother in wordless silence.

distinctly, he could feel warmth under his feet. the sensation felt wonderful and he sat alongside revui, his milky gaze swimming as he unseeingly and unknowingly placed his gaze to the world beyond their den, which had no shape or form in his vision.