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arcturus felt the heated glare of piper's gaze fall upon him, not unlike the fiery cant of intolerable sunlight on a region long accustomed to darkness. he did not quail from her gaze, though through gritted teeth he was secretly in awe of her natural command; she was a firebrand through and through, and he could see her making most wolves her doormat in her lifetime.

she mentioned a brother -- having had his own disappear quite recently (a blow that still stung his heart any time he thought of it) he softened enough that he no longer appeared hostile of his home. after a few laborious grunts, he shrugged and rolled his shoulders -- for no new wolf had passed through here.