Sun Mote Copse slow dancer, no answer

it was long since arcturus' hope had perished that his siblings would darken his doorstep. it was the last thing he expected today, when hearing a familiar howl in the wrong place.

his heart galloped and then halted; what if the news was poor, or some catastrophic event had befallen the family he had left behind? he did not wish for guilt to knife its way deeper into his slow-healing heart.

dread dragged out his steps until at last he came upon his brother, his eyes glimmering and his posture wary. a silence spread between them; arcturus took that time to note his brother looked hale, if nothing else.