Moonspear tremble

afternoons such as these, spent quietly working alongside his father, were fondly and eagerly treasured by the boy. as revui honed down a scent and made off like a sinister phantom into the murk, arcturus watched his form recede and then turned his solemn gaze to his father. he had not been looking long before charon, in that knowing way fathers often possessed, remarked after the boy's concerned look.

he felt a bit ashamed to be read so easily -- but then again, arcturus knew his father to be sharp and intelligent -- and like as not, the boy was no expert when it came to disguising his emotions. they typically simmered just below the surface of his dark pelt, readily visible in the turbulent state of his eyes. he looked down, deferring quietly to the wisdom in his father's words.

he had yet to learn how cruel the world could be -- but thinking upon yami, whom he missed dearly, arcturus had a good idea of the insensate and often inexplicable callousness in which the world governed itself. he didn't hide the small frown that worried his features. while he wanted to reply to charon's worldly statement, instead arcturus found himself vulnerably blurting: "i miss yami." his voice was small, and soft -- and his ears fell as he realized how easily his emotions had overcome him.