The Sentinels Call me anytime you see the lightning

for most of arcturus' life he had been a passive listener, passive observer, passive this or that -- it was only with wraen that his true nature often showed through. in part, because she had cultivated a sense of stewardship and comfort within arcturus -- and in part because wraen had never tried to stop him from growing.

he trusted her implicitly. his life -- his worth -- everything -- was tied into wraen.

the male, once beta, once mountaineer, now displaced wanderer -- let loose a sigh. fear should not take control of ones' life, but how many times had he seen that transpire?

he smiled in acceptance -- agreement even -- while their philosophical chat had come to an end, arcturus always came out of them feeling better about himself and his place in the world.

wordless, he followed after wraen for better shelter.