Firestone Hot Springs your blues are rapping, and it fits my mood

arcturus thought he heard, between the splattering of pebble and dirt, the step of a wolf approaching. he paused from his efforts and turned, and was met with the lurking form of a beast raw and intimidating. he was tall — perhaps taller than arcturus — made of rangy height and corded muscle that had Arcturus thankful in that moment he was yet to be aggressive.

he placed a paw on the pile he had made, and looked from hole to beast. China? he inquired absently, assuming this was a pack somewhere he was not aware of. never one to beat around a bush arcturus pushed forward with a wary question: you looking for something?