Ghost Lion Crag the night so black that the darkness hums

to have dirge hail him, and then give him instruction free of resentment.. arcturus glanced to dirge in surprise, yet followed the male's suggestion as he carved his way down the scree-fall.

yami. what a reunion.

he didn't come too close. there was a wariness in his gaze still, and while the cuts along his muzzle and neck had healed over, they were still gruesomely visible -- still vulnerable. arcturus couldn't say for certain if dirge was here out of benevolence; he would not leave it up to chance to find out, either.

"dirge." he supplied, and then, to yami rather stiffly: "yami."