Moonspear i can't remember when i felt so free

arcturus wished he knew more of the mountain's legacy -- how his father had come to be in this cold reaches, or how his mother had journeyed to this frontier -- but any sort of story they could have told him was dead now, and the mountains did not speak of them, either.

he reflected solemnly. he had never lived near a river, but did not blame dragomir for his dislike of such climes. he would be poor suited as a fisherman, himself. his face strained as the ocean was mentioned; all he had of the ocean was the memory of his father when they had scoured the coast for revui. he had wanted to stay just a little longer, but charon had firmly guided him home.

the ocean was a stranger, constant in his mind, but practically unobtainable. he had duties here. a life. the ocean was a distraction, a lure; he would not get lost in his own selfish whims. "in a different life, i think i'd like the ocean." arcturus commented, noting the strange glint in dragomir's eye. "fighting packs or not.. but i like the mountains too. i like that you can see so much from so high -- but i like the lowlands at the foot of the mountain too. i think i'd be fine wherever, so long as the company and food was good."

arcturus found the longer they conversed, the more he realized he had a soft fondness for dragomir -- when it came time to part he was sorry to leave the yearling, and would think of him often in the months to come.