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

arcturus’ brow furrowed in response; did moriko think so poorly of herself?

perhaps it was easy for arcturus, son of charon, to have a high opinion of himself and his self worth. after all, no one had ever told him otherwise. his entire life he had been groomed to be something special, and stupidly for the most part he believed it.

self depreciation is not a winning characteristic. the beta admonished, though his tone was gentle. he did not see moriko as either ugly or unlikeable.

somehow he managed to keep his head as she complimented him; a smile even momentarily speared across his muzzle. you don’t either. i think we both know who the vixen really would have picked.