Moonspear long in tooth and soul

babysitter, punching bag, chew toy -- it was all the same to arcturus, who endured such sufferings with good humor. truth be told, he liked teaching the kids -- and they were a good lot, all in.

his gaze followed dirge's, understanding the gesture. the wilds were vacant of larger game, though he wondered if anyone had been dumb enough yet to eat that moose that had been felled by disease. back then, it was not so tempting.. but now -- with an empty stomach and weeks of traveling lean, arcturus understood the loner's desperation.

he was quiet for a little longer than normal, as he thought of dirge's question. what had his first hunt been? he thought of the wolverine - that had been his (and revui's) first kill -- but it had not been much of a hunt.

"a wolverine." he answered. they had been atlas and osiris' age. and then he smiled widely, for dirge would understand: "but it was not my parents that put me to it. it was hydra."