Moonspear split stones

it must be difficult, thought arcturus, to be told what to do by a wolf half your age -- he measured dirge's expression quickly, finding little resentment in the man's gaze.. at least, not for him.

arcturus had managed to at least get hydra's mate to consider not being so antagonizing -- that, in the boy's eyes, was a plus. he did not wish for more turmoil, not when the mountain was so shaken as of late. all it would take to completely unravel them was something small.. he did not like being so on edge.

as for what would happen if things got worse? the boy's gaze swerved from the mist-shorn mountains to dirge. he would not like the answer. the boy was unflinching. "then the family falls." and when the family fell to blows, he knew which side he would be on -- and dirge, outsider, would likely find the fangs turned against him.

what was it his mother had said? trust me on these sort of things? arcturus' shoulders slumped. it was so hard, sitting when you found something you did not sit well with.