Ghost Lion Crag darling remember, when you come to me

arcturus had been too absorbed in his own demons to realize dragomir was near -- it was not until the yearling whined that the ex-beta sharply lifted his head, gaze coming hard upon the familiar features of his once-packmate.

no feeling arcturus ever experienced could have prepared him for the thorn of guilt that pierced him whole and sent his heart withering -- for he saw in every line, every facet of the mountain-climber's gaze, a filmy layer of hurt.

he rose immediately, tail low and head hung with shame. "dragomir," the mountaineer started, suddenly at loss for words too.