Moonspear she was long gone, long, long gone

pursuing the hapless boy, arcturus had no retort for hydra’s words. an adult he would have savaged without thought or compunction — yet seeing cam, and knowing his age mirrored the whelps arcturus had watched grow himself — it awoke something unbidden in the beta. not a sense of duty, but perhaps a sense of faltering compassion that withered the moment hydra’s teeth sunk into pelt.

she was right, he knew it — yet still it did not make this unsavory act enjoyable. arcturus kicked belatedly into gear, chasing after the boy who had stopped screaming and elected to run. a smart decision, the beta thought — let us see if he makes it off the mountain. that more than anything would be the boy’s gauntlet in the days following — it was one thing to survive the bite of the spear, it was another entirely to withstand the bitter fangs of winter.

arcturus drove after, his momentary pause causing great distance to place itself between him and the boy. he resolved to strike the boy down if he showed signs of slowing — but he did not close in.