Great Bear Wilderness as the crow flies

now she decides not to leave him? arcturus coughed, blood on his tongue. he focused his one uninjured eye on ying coolly, unable to muster much in the way of a cutting riposte.

he wanted to, though.

she drifted closer -- he had always wanted her close before, but in that moment her nearness was like an unpleasant prick of electricity. it sent his fur upright and clouded his mind. with a wheeze, he rested his head back on the bank. "call for kukutux," the mountaineer whispered, feeling his voice thread thin.