Haunted Wood the sun comes up, babe, but it's hard to get my fill

hela responded -- with a most unusual brand of transparency.

arcturus was not expecting it; he apprised her with a raised brow, a light shine of newfound yet wary respect to his gaze. he could not say he understood the customs of nightwalker (and in his own home, would have been most displeased with packmate maiming) but he recalled how both of his parents had ended their dispute once and for all, by taking each other with them.

he processed the news slowly. his words were carefully picked as he glanced upon the new warlord, noticing now the freshly-minted cut that glittered between her silvery fur. "our alliance was with nightwalkers. so long as our terms and conditions remain unchanged.." he glanced past hela, wondering if vengeance's end had come painlessly. he had no love for the ex-warlord, but neither would he have wished the beast to suffer. "is that custom?"