Broken Antler Fen i don't care if the sun don't shine

not at all in charge, but semi-close to where a thin howl cut through the air, arcturus' ears turned. he fluidly rerouted his path, coming across a wolf of pantherine build and a stature that reminded him of his sisters and his fresh, unburied grief.

no way over a mountain but up; no way past grief but through -- the man's expression tightened as he surveyed the male before him. a warmth lingered in the male's gaze arcturus could not reciprocate -- instead he spoke: "what is your purpose here?"