Moonspear the jig is up, the news is out

vercingetorix’s absence settled over the spear like a pall of fog — arcturus wondered privately if this was not the male’s plan all along. garner the spear’s good will, and then leave with moonspear saddled by his offspring. 


this uncharitable thought was pushed away as he came upon Isilmë and recalled how their father had glanced upon them; adoringly. in a way that had made arcturus jealous that they still even had a father at all. 

with his tail held behind him in a friendly sway, the mountaineer spoke softly: off to train today? he caught a wisp of frustration in Isilmë’s gaze, and wondered if she too thought of her father just now.

no matter — Arcturus was here should she need help. he kept with her pace a while, hoping somehow his company might soften the hardness that had grown in her eyes of late.