Moonspear long in tooth and soul

arcturus too had noticed the splendor of summer gone. he had lived through one winter, and recalled little of it except its bitterness; he was not looking forward to enduring a second.

yet seasons -- just like life, sorrows, and unluckiness -- were meant to be endured. summer's days were over, and winter nipped aggressively at fall's heels. soon, the sparse mountain grasses would be smothered by uncaring winter slow. there was little use lamenting such unchangeable things in arcturus' mind, yet he could not help but let loose a sentimental sigh as he thought of how he would miss the soft songs of summering birds, or the idyllic view of golden sunlight through the green forest.

ahead he heard the tread of another. ears perked, arcturus swung towards the source and saw in the distance, dirge's receding backside. with a loud whuff to announce he was nearby (if dirge had not already heard him) arcturus swung into a canter with loose-limbed ease, pulling up alongside his sister's mate. "what do you make of all those tremors?" arcturus sided dirge with a quiet question, knowing that the male was far more seasoned (and wiser) than he.