Ghost Lion Crag i will not let my future go on without the help of my soul

men in heat LMFAO

arcturus waited, fussing terribly as time went on. what if wraen did not come? or worse yet, what if she came, saw what became of him, and left? this thought seemed unbearable to the beta, who grew more besides himself by the minute.

at last (subjective. the reality was, he hadn't waited very long at all) wraen appeared, though arcturus noted there was a dreamlike quality to her gaze. as if she was looking for something, scenting something. he felt something plummet in his ribcage - guilt, heavy as a stone.

for that scent was him or specifically what he had done, and the cat (er, dog) was well out of the bag by now.

that whimsical smile was enough to push arcturus to the edge of hysterics. he didn't understand the joke, and it took several seconds for his whirling mind to process what had been spoken. "what? no." he blurted, ears back. "wraen." he held her in his gaze, sincerity deep in those sunflower yellow eyes. "i fucked up. big time."