Bramblepoint so i made brothers of a different kind instead

arcturus had been amicable enough, up until the she-wolf had evaded his question. he could not tell if she did so deliberately -- but he always had thought evasions a form of lying, and lying a form of hiding -- what did she wish to hide?

his gaze flickered with mistrust. "i asked who you were." his tone took on a hardened edge of distrust - already he was gathering his limbs beneath him, prepared to move in case this she-wolf was hiding something worse than teeth behind her pale jaws.