Firefly Glen now i lay me down to sleep

"goodbye." arcturus said quietly, his tone concealing reluctance.

strange was the feeling that imbued arcturus, as ying made her leave.

he had always been an independent creature, a wolf borne of autonomy -- but suddenly, he found himself watching her go plaintively, and wishing she had stayed a moment longer.

he bid his farewell fondly, observing as the goose swung back and forth like a pendulum in front of ying as she departed. when she was gone he dragged his nose along the ground and pulled a scent therein, tracking it back to the spear.