Moonspear long in tooth and soul

unsettling, came the man's reply -- and if arcturus were the type of wolf to find amusement in irony, he might have smiled. noting it, he simply offered a lift of one corner of his lips. unsettling was apt indeed.

he had grown up here along the 'spear -- and other than an occasional upset of stone from the lofty peaks, had never experienced anything of such length. he spoke as such, his tone soft but filled with worry. "it is not usual." but so many things he had said might be unusual took place in moonspear.. after all, what good had come since his parent's death? other than their grandchildren, of course.

"i don't know what to make of it." arcturus admitted with a sigh. he prided himself, for the most part, for being rational for his age -- but this was well beyond his sphere of understanding. he looked to dirge and wondered if this man, capped with far more experience than he, might have an answer.