Ghost Lion Crag ilunnutchaktuk ❍

the last vestiges of sleep left arcturus' senses like a veil lifted. he did not scent catamount, for his senses were trained wholly on the ghostly vision in front of him.

her reply prompted more questions than it answered. "why do you want to be alone?" he pressed, brow furrowing -- was there trouble on the homefront? she suggested leaving, yet did not leave -- kukutux had always baffled arcturus, and never more than now.

another scent was combed into her fur - one that would take the ostrega several minutes to parse. her most recent words seemed catty rather than contrite to arcturus. his ears folded as he bit back a cold reply.

did she think so little of him?