Moonspear long in tooth and soul

With a crisp call and a second to spare, he was joined by Arcturus not long into his continuation. Time had made his company an easy thing to endure; the yearling moved with him easily and very much like the shade Dirge thought him to be, a question unholstered easily to begin their conversation.

"Unsettling," but more than that, yet the solitary word sufficed.

His gaze drew to his companion, another wondering question to follow.

"Are such things common here? I can't say that I recall them at all, if ever." Mountains that shook and trembled as though they were scared of something unseen. Or perhaps it was more of a roar, of something awakening from deep beneath. Either thought, however fantastical, was uncomfortable to consider. Had it been he alone, he would have quit the place for quieter, favorable locales. But now there were far more things to consider, and he was left to stow his unease.