Moonspear but i always roll out alive

arcturus was just sizing up a nearby boulder to really push it this time, when he heard the tread of his father approach. instinctively he straightened up, his gaze almost guilty as it beheld the sternly scarred features of his sire. his ears splayed to the side as charon mentioned revui, and while the boy looked away deferentially, he nodded silently in acceptance to the invitation.

he rose, shaking white particles of snow from his black pelt as he went. he was confident they would not find his brother, but he wished to humor his father, and was driven by an almost desperate ambition to please or impress moonspear's greatest monarch.