Ghost Lion Crag Ride or die.

arcturus had made the crags part of his frequent excursions as of late. the view the tall stony mesa offered was impressive, but arcturus was not there for romantic vistas -- he was there because often, he could see if prey was moving in the lowlands below. today the visibility was poor, given the snow coming in from the east -- arcturus had decided to hunker down and wait, to see if the snow passed by or simply swung another direction.

he realized as he waited that he was not alone; he heard a howl cut through the jagged pass -- one that sounded as if it was asking for his sister. narrowing his eyes rather suspiciously (for the voice was female, and what woman outside of the spear had business with his sister? he thought immediately of aurewen, and decided then and there she needed to be told to go home, and that her son was happier with the 'spear. he would not budge on this, he decided.) all of that internal monologue went out of the window when arcturus rounded a corner and saw not pale little wisp, but a tall, lean wolf  in the grass that he instantly got the impression was a hardened ranger. straightening his posture, the beta cleared his throat -- searching for the woman's eyes as if that would reveal who she was and why she wanted counsel with his sister.