Silverlight Terrace taunani

watchful and timid the lone cub was, as the black-fringed bear descended on him swift as a virago. he shrunk back as her shadow passed his frame, as her sharp eyes lanced him - he felt a prickle of alarm, some forgotten instinct perhaps, that bade him to run.

arcturus' throat bobbed in a fearful swallow, but he stepped forward none-the-less from the heather as another wolf rounded them. arcturus' gaze cast to the companion doubtfully, but he fought the urge to run. his ears had folded back, and his tail clamped tight to his clenched stomach. these wolves were not of his kin, and he was slow to realize his mistake in approaching them.