Sun Mote Copse seems every castle is made of sand

even arcturus himself, who believed the world of hydra, could scarcely believe it..

but he had seen it with his own two eyes. he had seen how revui had fallen, how he had limply collapsed to the ground. and he had seen hydra, snapping at his brother again and again..

he fidgeted as wraen looked to her packmates pippin and towhee; he was eternally grateful to see them excused. standing before towhee made arcturus feel as if he were standing naked in front of a crowd -- a burning wick of shame still flared in his heart any time he looked (or was looked upon) at her.

he followed meekly after wraen, still shellshocked by the entire deal. it was not until she spoke again that the ostrega's ears perked abstractedly -- he had already had his mind wander.. "i saw it with my own eyes." he affirmed, feeling a choking grief smokily work its way up his throat. "his name is -- was -- revui. he had fought me the day before," arcturus canted his muzzle so wraen could see the ugly mess of his cheek -- the matted gouge, just barely beginning to scab over. "wraen.. i.." the mountaineer slowed, his voice pained. "i don't know what to do."