Moonspear long in tooth and soul

arcturus would have admitted it to none, but an indescribable fear had settled under his skin when he had seen basil — so desperate to be rid of the band — struggle to remove the collar. he was not a man of timid or fearful disposition, and even then he had known it was wrong. unnatural.

he reciprocated dirge’s verdict with a firm nod. they were in agreement — that which they did not know the dangerous ought not to belong to their mountain. i think that’s wise. the male affirmed, a flick of his tail given as if renouncing the memory. we are not a sanctuary. i hope I never see the likes of him — or those strange pale faces he kept mentioning. it must be like you said, the thing takes all the sense from those that wear them. something about it all caused arcturus’ skin to crawl and hackles to raise.