Big Salmon Lake [BWP P4 Prey Opportunity] katatonia

arcturus derived little joy from driving mother from son. his heart hardened as a look was stolen by the silver — and he knew however wrong he felt, this was right. the spear was no home for the soft-at-heart or the inconstant — and it would be best for the argent’s brood if the hard way was enforced.

he was relieved to not have to draw fang against her quarters. she left, though he caught in her singular eye a void of emotion he wish he had not seen. turning sharply, he followed her some distance — and once he was satisfied there was no guile in her intentions he turned back towards his pack.

stepping over the snarling roots of deadfall and river stone, arcturus surveyed the group that remained — attempting to see where his help was most needed. moonspear was out in full force here (a fact that caused a swell of pride within him) but his blood chilled as he glanced to dragomir, who seemingly was filled with a blanching terror that rooted him inexorably to the spot. arcturus looked to dirge helpless, assuming the boy saw some horrible shade approaching — but the more he looked the less he saw anything at all, and a terror of the unknown began to crawl under his skin. dirge! he barked across the river, tail up and hackles raised — for he knew not what hidden terror assailed the boy, and feared an ambush or worse was near.