Silverlight Terrace Surrender to your heart

sames! He’s on his way. Gonna arrive next post

the mooncub was prowling through a tangle of deadfall when the howl came; it cut through the cold air as crisp as the wind that carried it, and arcturus ceased his scouring. pulling from the ruined thicket, the boy cast an ear to the wind again to detect any returning call. 

throughout the hyperborean air the rejoining call of his sister returned; he smiled to hear the fullthroated cry of his tribe. tipping his own head back, arcturus lent his sonorous howl to the world; it carried a new deep timber, yet another sign that the boy was growing. 

he would come across hydra soon — wasting no time, arcturus moved across the wintry landscape at a steady but assured canter.