Moonspear long in tooth and soul

it was true — hydra had little patience for dead weight. arcturus surmised as much, knowing dirge’s words to be true. any wolf caught squandering its’ good graces in the spear would be swiftly turned out, by show of teeth or else.

he thought of korei julia then, for a reason he did not know. so much of what had transpired between her and the spear was before his time — but the legacy of those actions still rung clear. it made him think of his litter’s “KJ” — would it be yami or revui, or both? both had left of their own volition— yami even refusing to return — both, in his eyes, had turned their back to the mountain. he only hoped he would have the strength to show them the turn of his back, should they ever return. some have surprised me. he answered honestly, conjuring up a shrug of his shoulders. some of our own blood, too.

maybe in the end people were not as predictable or readable as arcturus would like to believe. and maybe no matter what one did to prevent being taken advantage of, maybe those types always found a way in.