Moonspear filling me with wonder for all that is

perhaps it was in their nature, being creatures of the clan, to work soundlessly together: perhaps, as siblings, their blood beat to the same imperceptible tune. arcturus did not question the mode of their communication - he understood it innately, and that was all that mattered.

as they coursed through grass and fern, revui paused - arcturus shoved his nose in the patch of grass his brother had inspected, confirming for himself the scent that still lingered there. his silver-tipped brother drifted to a tree and arcturus followed suit, catching the lingering of his brother's gaze on the bare strips of bark.

he nosed the base of the tree almost immediately, sifting through pine-straw with his snuffling nostrils. after a few circles, he had detected the strongest scent. he raked his claws along the loam as if to mark their quarry' trail, and then he followed its winding path through a glade of tall firs with slants of golden light cutting through them.