Moonspear p1 cleaner than your church shoes

there is an old saying, and it goes something along the lines of, 'well, do you want the truth? or do you want what you want to hear?'; arcturus expected the truth, but he did not realize it would not be what he wanted to hear. his jaw fell nearly plumb away as his father admitted the truth -- the truth that no one but he and speedy now knew.

the boy was speechless, a thing customary for him but even then, out of place before his father. after a few seconds of long silence, hastened by charon's slow sigh, arcturus was forced to react. like a stone upended from a place where it had rested for millennia, arcturus slowly processed what had been given to him.

his dad had, indeed, done something with speedy.

arcturus gulped loudly, inhaling -- if he were a person he might have placed his head in his palms, or sucked in a large breath of foreboding. as a wolf, his only recourse to collect what had happened was to sit down abruptly on his haunches, as if knocked aside by the news.

"that is very bad." arcturus finally answered, realizing now he was implicated in his father's web of misdoings. he did not wish to be there, but would die before he revealed his father's indiscretion. "what will you tell them when it becomes evident?"