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

arcturus wouldn't have detected moriko by sight alone (her fur so stippled in grey she scarcely looked more than a hunk of granite), but the clatter of loosened pebbles guided him towards her all the same. upon sighting the female arcturus' tail waved genially, interest scribbled across his dark features. she had been digging, and the question of what pressed the tip of his tongue -- only cut short by the grey she-wolf's greeting.

the moonspearian would never admit to bumming or loafing -- such aspects of laziness were beneath him, but he was ready to indulge in moriko's company all the same. "more like wandering with a purpose," he answered, the dark plume of his tail stilled. "what were you digging?"