Moonsong Glacier i've seen death and mass destruction

arcturus' eyes slid from the rosy fringes of dawn in the east, to a figure parting form with the snow. a male, by arcturus' estimation -- and no slouch, either. he straightened his lax posture, but did not rise -- for the male did not seem outwardly aggressive (at least yet).

detecting there was perhaps a question lingering in the bitter morning air, arcturus lifted his chin, regarding with cool favor the scarlet meridian of kaertok's blooming gaze. it was not a color he was used to seeing, and for a moment, he seemed quite taken by the cardinal hues. "morning." garrulous was not a trait often extended to arcturus, but he was at least only semi-standoffish as he watched, and waited, for kaertok's words.