Moonspear when i found the angels were drinking wine

arcturus had not felt blood as it unstymied; he looked upon kukutux's figure as she bent over him, feeling again a sense that ought never to have visited him at all.

wretched as he was feeling, some taboo kept him from reaching out to her in turn. he cleared his own throat and swiftly looked to the wall, studying it with a hard glint to his eyes. "moonspear is lucky to have you." was all the dark mountaineer managed before he turned stiffly around himself, wrapping his forelimbs around his hinds with his tail curled to his nose in the hopes of sleep.