Moonspear for my father to come and find me like he said

arcturus had noted the coast was cold, and unforgiving, when he had gone with charon to look for his brother. one thing he remembered keenly, was the way the air had smelled -- cut with salt, and cold winds. his ears perked as moriko spoke of that, reminding him of his time there in just one word.

"it's a date." arcturus said, trying to sound both confident and bold at once. it wasn't quite the way he wanted it to sound, but he was happy he had at least managed to not sound unsure. he was nervous, but not so nervous his fumbling got the better of him. "should we go back? i bet the cubs would like the fox tail as a plaything."