Moonspear split stones

grim indeed. arcturus gave a silent nod. it was not  vision he wished to be part of, nor a vision he wished to see. for him, family was everything -- and as guilty as he felt for first thinking dirge wasn't family, he had been chosen by hydra. he had sired hydra's whelps. it meant in some way dirge was now tied to them, however delicately -- and arcturus would afford the winterheart male the same protection and loyalty he doled to the rest of his blood.

there was little use continuing such a grim topic. arcturus was glad for the slight change in subject. "the puppies --" he considered, wondering aloud. "have they names yet?"