Moonspear but i always roll out alive

alright, let's go. arcturus bobbed his head in response, but his sire had already turned away. falling into step behind charon, arcturus studied his stride -- the rolling of his gait, the leanness of his limbs that suggested hardened sinew underneath. and finally, arcturus found himself moving to the same rhythm as his father.

looking down into the snow, he found his paws landing in the deep indents left in his father's wake. he slowed, lifting a paw and placing it in the next track left by the monarch; his paw fit neatly into the print, and for a moment, arcturus thought of how someday, he might be looking for charon --

his throat bobbed, and quickly the boy ushered the thought away by looking around at the snowpack. there was little to be gleaned from the territory, and fewer places to hide -- determined to distract himself from the distressing thought he had just conjured, arcturus broke from charon's lead and meandered down the trail in hopeless search for revui.