Moonspear long in tooth and soul

arcturus had similar thoughts as dirge, unbeknownst to the boy -- how quickly he wished to unpack this unsavory "pale faces" mention, and write it off as some ludicrous fairy tale no more real than the boggersmash (an entity i made up just now, that steals socks from the sleeping and is why, you can only ever find one sock of a pair -- socks with holes in them excluded, as those are beneath the boggersmash and their private cache of socks).

but it didn't add up. the stranger had seemed so earnest, so believing in his own words -- arcturus hadn't caught a single trace of a lie. "a strange time.." arcturus found himself ruminating -- maybe this wolf was a remnant of one of those bygone, strange eras. "maybe that's when he got it.. i didn't ask.. it.. something didn't feel right." arcturus had been trained long ago by charon to not give into feelings, but here he was, full admission, in front of dirge -- somehow, he didn't think dirge would ridicule him for being in touch with his feelings for once.