Moonspear ^_______^

Arrluk's seach had ended. Ariadne had been found. The death ulaq had been built and the days of death song began. Arrluk had been the first to begin and each night there after, when he heard the howls from the east, he joined in mournful song. 

He felt shame in being away from Moonglow in this time. Shame not because he had decided to join Moonspear for a time, but because he was glad for it now. Because he did not have to see the pain in his parents eyes... Because he did not have to watch Vaire pick up the mantle without them. Because he did not have to look his nephews and nieces in the face, who had lost their mother. Shame. 

Here in Moonspear, he was spared that sorrow. He felt a twisting in his gut from these ill feelings. Guilt even now as he watched his sister's child run around, zipping through the flatlands near the water's edge. The uniqueness and sharp contrast of their pelt was lovely. Arrluk smiles softly and woofs, allowing himself the pleasure of distraction.