Moonspear i will take the sun in my mouth & leap into the ripe air

arcturus had seen from the lone peak a procession in the snow. the first wolf he recognized immediately — for even in this distance his sharp eyes scried the scars that laid waste to her figure.

he made his way down the summit, picking with care across the slopes rimed with ice. joined shortly by hydra, arcturus’ gaze burned into andraste first — for he had never forgotten that her children were here, forged into something better than blood by the spear.

when he found he could not look upon the pale waif any longer, arcturus found himself studying her winsome companion instead. of curious note were the particulars that lined her feet’ — the various pelts of sundry animals, and an unidentifiable stick of meat. arcturus delved most of his attention upon both her and her wares, while a single ear cut back in observance of hydra’s words.