Moonspear Alone unless you wanna come along

ever since yami's disappearance, arcturus had been morosely quiet. he had always been a wolf reserved with his words - those he held in his heart might have heard the child's giggle or an occasional inquisitive question, but even they might have noticed the melancholy that settled over him.

he didn't understand where yami had gone; her scent had simply disappeared. he routinely - almost obsessively - inspected her favorite haunts, his sorrowful eyes always briefly lighting up if he saw yama  and then settling once more in watery disappointment as he recognized it was the other twin, and not the missing one. even his steps seemed to drag forever, solemn as the winter that quickly approached.

presently the boy was ambling through a dense set of fog that moved with the same listless purpose he did. occasionally a pale shroud would move and part across his form and he would stop to feel the chill that settled in his bones; winter's early breath settled heavy around the mountain, though he didn't know it.

he was stirred from his sullen marching when he heard the tread of another; drawing to attention arcturus followed the darting shadow, until the mist parted and a form he did not recognize was made visible. halting midstride, the boy placed his feet firm on the ground and fixed her a defensive stare: who was she, and why was she in his home?