Big Salmon Lake [BWP P4 Prey Opportunity] katatonia

it was not in arcturus’ nature to dive head first into conflict. the entire march from the grim mouth of the spear to the darkened waters of the lake, arcturus’ tactical mind was reeling.

around the moose a collection of wolves assembled — he measured each with the swift junction of a wolf capable of reading well his peers. some were enemies — some allies — but his gaze rested the longest on andraste.

here his posture hardened. what she had done — willingly too — insulted the very core of his being. family first, always. she was no better than the rest of the wolves arcturus had struck from his life, revui among them.

his gums pulled back, pearly fangs revealed. dragomir’s quiet voice sounded besides him — and arcturus needed little more reason to show andraste door. leave. he commanded darkly of both her and the grizzle-pelted hollow wolf (sarah). they would find no handouts here.