Moonspear 七転び八起き

the howl that raveled its way above the slim peaks belonged to hydra; arcturus paused and canted a thin ear to the wind. 

it was quiet — too quiet. 

he turned back, slipping through the cracks of tall boulders, down a stone slope, out into a pebble-strewn trail. coming upon hydra with a reserved expression, arcturus dipped his head and flattened his ears in respect to his formidable sister. i have not seen him either, the mountaineer stated by way of conversation, keeping his own opinions unspoken for now.