Moonspear Alone unless you wanna come along

she held him in her sights and arcturus wilted under the goldenrod of her unchallenging gaze. he felt a chill spread down his back, his fur lifted involuntarily in that climb of quiet alarm. it was not fear that held him still, but a sense of overwhelming intimidation.

her pelt reminded him, in a way, of yami and yama's -- it was an unorthodox pelage to bear in moonspear, though in time arcturus would learn such agouti framing was not unusual among his kin.. but here, it was unusual -- an extraordinary -- a burst of wild color among a sea of black or white pelts.

she had come closer. arcturus blinked stupidly. there she was, sitting, in front of him -- talking to him.

his tongue would not cooperate.

his throat constricted.

what is your name? arcturus. were you doing anything? looking for my sister.

maybe i could help. okay.

he was still frozen - his body seemed a thousand miles away, detached and dumb as stone as his mind galloped overhead. he watched down as his body made a strange throat-clearing noise, but no words came.

finally the boy dropped his head and shoulders in an easily read gesture of defeat, and started to nose along the ground where he had been before.