Moonspear long in tooth and soul

the mention of that fangled band, and dirge's expression suddenly seemed distant. arcturus could not help the narrowing of his gaze as he looked upon the older male -- had he seen such wares in his time?

and then it all became clear; perhaps the affliction was not as rare as arcturus was lead to believe... or perhaps this wolf was the very same in dirge's distant past. "red. very red." he answered eagerly, his lower lip bitten in confusion as he recalled how the wolf had struggled to remove the not-vines from its throat. such a horrible place, he thought, to have something permanently affixed to you. "the thing about pale faces.. does that mean anything to you?"