Sun Mote Copse somebody's calling, trying to track me down

lord help arcturus -- who had neither the experience nor the acuity to withstand the wiles of a golden virago. he positively froze as a wolf approached him, her step distinct with gilded confidence.

if ever there was a trial by fire, this was it. arcturus' eyes lingered across her frame for a moment. she was a vision of goldspun sunfire -- a sharp contrast from the blacks and greys of his mountain. he clenched the wren feather tightly under his claws, feeling a sense of intimidation overcome him (for never had he seen such swanky confidence on display -- by an enchantress woman no less).

but his heart was for wraen, whether or not his eyes wandered. he shook his head and in a voice that sounded all-together too small, meekly replied: "i'm arcturus. do you.. know how long that will take?"