Deepwood Weald maybe september, the year you believed in me

@Nefris

arcturus left the spear on stealthy limbs, stealing under the cover of night. he bedded under a pile of pinestraw and bracken fern, waiting for dawn's cold arrival. eventually, it came -- he stretched his stiff limbs and yawned, a plume of silvery mist smoking from his muzzle.

he struck north. he went in search of clues, looking for both osiris' attacker and, by chance, maybe dragomir's -- since according to hydra, they were purported to travel together. for the most part, he kept himself concealed, knowing full well he might be in danger out in the open.