Moonspear man aint built any jail, lord he can keep me in

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first he had sought out his father, and now, arcturus sought @Amekaze's company, trailing along the stony rifts not so far from where she and charon often slept. he was not so oblivious as to have missed the change in moonspear; hydra's heat had set everyone on edge it seemed, and while arcturus was much too young to sire whelps, he was not too young to understand (or even feel) the way the season affected those around him.

birds were frantic as they sang to their mates, collected twigs, made nests high above. the eagles of the peak fought, spectacular aerial battles in heights withering to the eye. even the rams, choked up on their own need to collect harems, littered moonspear with the perpetual clatter of knocking skulls.

tired of walking, arcturus nosed the ground as he rounded a rocky bend; here amekaze's scent was fresher, and the boy picked up his pace in the hopes to encounter her.