Moonspear And Smitten the Nightingale had Become.

arcturus continued alongside his sister, eager to quit what he believed was an arcane and troubling scene; to leave your dead whelps at the border of a pack that had housed you, sent a message the boy did not like. 

he was silent as he rubbed his scent nearby, listening to hydra detail more of what he would describe as “womanly woes”. it was somewhat educational, but the boy had some of his own (admittedly ignorant) world views on all of this. what caused him to pause was the mention of becoming an uncle. he briefly examined hydra, wondering if either of his parents would approve (and if they didn’t, would it truly stop her?)

he started as she nipped him; a playful gesture, but unanticipated. the boy rolled into a smooth lope, flinging a quick (and unconnecting) snap in the draconian’s direction before moving off in a roughhousing tumble.