Big Salmon Lake the queens justice

their group headed west, arcturus on the heels of the argent’s urgent news. he thought heavily of all that transpired as they went: vercingetorix dead, the killer at large, and now purportedly lingering by the lake.

arcturus wondered of the beast responsible for dragomir’s affliction and vercingetorix’s demise. was he hideous, unshapely? or did he look like them, a deviant posed as one of their kind?

he was silent, trailing to and from the procession. arcturus had his own reservations for leaving the spear —he had no high opinion of the scarred silver or her narrative, and vercingetorix had been a man of many enemies, as evidenced by both his own admission and that of his ex-mate. now, they brought their problems to moonspear and expected the wolves of the spear to fix them? arcturus resented being put in this position — playing maid and mister-fixer to a whole host of drama he would really have preferred not to be dragged into. Isilmë and dragomir would be safe in the spire — and here they were leaving their wards vulnerable, all to go off on a goose chase in the wilds.

arcturus knew he could say little to dissuade hydra from foolish warpath (why risk going out in the open, in unknown territory?), but he made his opinions known before they set out on the trail. once he spoke his piece he broke from the group and could be seen ranging ahead and behind, a dark shape orbiting around the group as they marched. dirge would know of his intentions here — arcturus acted as tracking outrider, coming to and from with his muzzle to the ground and his eyes serving as guarding foresight for any dangers present in the road ahead.