Ghost Lion Crag i know there's greed and there's corruption

if not for the fickle mind of the wind arcturus might have drifted off entirely — and missed wraen’s presence. his eyes flickered heavily, once, then twice.. abruptly flying open as the scent of a wolf nearby registered.

he stiffened instinctively, head jerking up to look around him. small vestiges of tiredness lingered in his expression, under the wells of his tired gaze in particular. he scanned the vicinity twice before he caught wraen between the foliage. her dark grey and brown pelt offered her camouflage this time of year. hey! arcturus called out suddenly, recognizing her as the woman that had taught him about a different kind of game on the cliffs.