Big Salmon Lake the queens justice

arcturus found the more he learned the less he was certain of. there were too many inconsistencies to rack; why was a wolf by the coast concerned with a pack inland, why was she here, why did she disclose the seeming truth to an enemy? arcturus could think of many reasons but without knowing the woman, did not know which was accurate. so she was a leader and they were to kill her? he could not imagine that would make them buddy-buddy with her friends back home — if she was a leader of a pack, did they want to risk another enemy at their doorstep?

god, how much drama had vercingetorix really been in? none of it made any sense.

speaking of a lack of sense, arcturus found his spine rifling with raised hairs as a new wolf approached — and odds of odds, hailed from easthollow. would wonders never cease? and she wanted to join moonspear? like right now in this ridiculous moment?

somewhere in the back of arcturus’ head those piercing kill-bill sirens rang their klaxon alarm: trap, trap, it’s a TRAP! arcturus was positively boggled— absolutely boggled. his ears couldn’t make up their mind on where to go — pinned out of annoyance, perked out of aggression, to the side out of stress? the top of his head looked like a sonar panel on crack as he tried unsuccessfully to process this new development. arcturus.exe has stopped working. all the while he shared an incredulous glance with dirge — was this all really real, bruh?