Ghost Lion Crag i left my home still as a child

considering wraen’s words for a moment, arcturus was silent. there was a great deal of temptation in letting everything go, but he was too tightly wound to simply have at it in wild abandon. 

what if he said something incriminating, or took it too far? a game was a game, but every wolf knew of its importance — and somethings were carried on forever. 

then I accept. he answered, awaiting wraen’s first move into their magic fairytale realm.