Bramblepoint so i made brothers of a different kind instead

arcturus' bristling subsided the second he saw sativa look at him -- in a way he did not like.

he was not used to other wolves being fearful of him. that switch that had been flipped, so casually, suddenly seemed quite ugly to him -- and he did not favor at all how he had felt, when he saw sativa shirk back as if struck.

yet another part of him, more distant yet, tittered pridefully. smoothing back that ugly inner voice, arcturus released his terse posture, though his gaze remained shrewd. "okay. sativa." the name had a twist to it he rather liked. "and where are you from?"