Moonspear prepare for the coup of a century

arcturus’ attention slid flatly to his brother, his presence acknowledged by the cant of his long muzzle. the boy did not speak as hydra elucidated her troubles. his countenance was pulled in a frown as his elder finished. 

he did not wish to speak ill of his father, but his sister’s worries troubled him too. he did not understand why everyone cared so much about heats, and he still wished to be done with all of this... he liked to believe that his father would not have disposed of his mother (or desanctified their union) so easily, but his sisters words were spoken with such conviction...

as always the boy’s emotions were writ clearly across his face. he did not understand this talk of bastards and legitimacy; would not any child of charon’s be welcome? why? he asked, unchallenging but wishing to grasp hydra’s concerns better. speedy would never take the place of you. i would not let her. arcturus growled, his tail arcing by instinct. only our blood would rule the mountain.