Ghost Lion Crag ilunnutchaktuk ❍

arcturus had been studying the ground crossly when kukutux shifted, bracing against a hidden pain that caused him to look up and inspect her carefully. when it passed, he looked away -- he assumed it was her lot as a pregnant woman, and him inquiring after it may be unwise.

his legacy was something he did not wish to think of; he had left a huge part of his identity behind him, and felt he deserved none of his parent's legacy now.. now, he was his own soul truly.

it was freeing and terrifying at once.

panning his gaze from the treeline to the fair features of his companion, arcturus nodded as he made a mental note of how long that would be. he did not wish to not see her -- but their meetings were always tinged with a bittersweetness he did not quite understand. "i'd like that." he admitted, showing a rare vulnerability that he often preferred to keep hidden. he assumed by then, her whelps would be delivered -- and it would likely be some time before she could truly risk coming this way again.