Big Salmon Lake gwaed

this might have been a novel chance for the boys to leave home, but arcturus knew it was no field trip. there was a purpose to that slinking, gunslinger walk of hydra's -- he mimicked her assured prowl, padding after her in the manner of some dark jungle cat.

eventually they came upon what it was she was looking for. arcturus paused alongside the tall flank of his sister, his breath caught - for before them stood the lustrous, unmistakable fur of their packmate -- yet it was battered, hammered down and devoid of sheen.

arcturus perked at hydra's stern command, and without motion of sympathy or concern, stepped towards the bloodspattered man. he drew his nose along the rufuous tinted cape of the auric knight, detecting hints of wolfscent heavily colluded by the metallic tang of blood.

he could make no use of it; he stepped back, allowing both his brother and hydra to make their own rounds.