Moonspear split stones

arcturus' bristling settled as dirge conceded he was right; the boy's ears flicked, and it took him a second to process that. wait, someone else was saying he was right? the dark moonspearian was used to most wolves challenging his statements: hydra tended to outsmart him, revui tended to bulldoze over him, and his father usually tended to silence him with a single disapproving stare. arcturus was not used to wolves so openly accepting something he said as correct.

his disbelief was well hidden, but arcturus watched dirge carefully now. he noted the male's frankness, appreciating it -- for both what it was (a strange brand of honesty) and for what it instilled (the beginning threads of trust). arcturus liked to believe himself honest, too -- and tit for tat, would always do his best to reply in kind.

all this talk, however, about his family and the lack of family in dirge's life, and knowing a thing or two about misery -- it was not what arcturus wanted. "it is a strange time," arcturus murmured in response, his lower lip curled in a frown. "my family is not usually like this. give him -- and them -- time."