Moonspear for my father to come and find me like he said

sunning lazily on the lip of a protrusion of gneiss, it occurred to arcturus that he had not seen @Moriko lately. it was largely his fault — he spent most of his time now watching hydra’s little dragon cubs, a hawk eye in the stony summits always tracking their every move.

for the present, the cubs were dozing — in a leonine maneuver arcturus slipped from the rocks and made his way downward. here he hoped he might come across moriko, and perhaps engage in a hunt less dangerous than their last one had been.