Big Salmon Lake the queens justice

a trap. arcturus sampled the air, wondering.

if it was a trap, he would rip the life from the scarred argent — even if it cost him his own.

his ranging carried him around the procession, and he found little evidence of ambush, save a lone wolf which had arrived moments prior. arcturus watched him from the bank, remaining where he was as hydra and lyra approached. from his vantage he could do little to stop any assailants, but it was better, arcturus believed, to not all congest to one area. it was far more difficult to flank an enemy that had broken lines.

his ear turned to hydra’s gravelly voice, waiting the queen’s edict. the male was not what arcturus imagined a monster looked like, but perhaps that was the sign of a true monster — one that lead a deceitful life among good souls, preying on their peers.