Moonspear Outsider

arcturus caught the simmer of hope in moriko’a gaze; in response to her question his head dipped in acknowledgement, eyes soft. yes, home came the unspoken answer, meted out by his gentle nod. 

he did not feel much like eating, but as moriko ripped a segment of meat and tossed it his way, he felt something in his stomach awaken. in a ginger movement he was upon it, careful at first — but before long he forgot the squalling of his bellowing headache, and was digging hungrily into meat at a rapacious pace.