Moonspear i pledge to thee'

the fox scent grew cold, as trails often did. arcturus pressed on, sampling the breeze that came between the pines. no scent of interloper otherwise, which was good. moonspear's borders were both formidable, and frequently patrolled -- thanks to mountaineers like himself and desdemonah.

her question rocked him out of the brief spell of contemplation he had over the stale scents of wildlife. arcturus slowed, allowing her time to walk abreast if she so wished. "yes. i was born here." a hint of pride gleamed in his stony voice - he was ostregan, power of the mountain -- by blood and by force, made of the mountain. "but not all of us were. this is not just a home for ostregas -- but also those who live and are loyal to our claim." including you, arcturus' lingering gaze seemed to convey, before sunflower eyes went back to the trail at hand. "after all, we can't all keep our claim on this mountain without a hint of fresh blood." he smirked to himself as he walked, imagining how different mating season would be if the mount was only populated by ostregans. it'd be a little too... inbreedy.. "did you catch that scent of fox, a ways back? i think we could pay it a visit once we turn for home."