Moonspear she was long gone, long, long gone

hardened as arcturus was, he was aware he was brandishing his fangs against a youth -- a yearling that may not know better. all the same, he steeled himself to his job of protecting his homeland, for it was what was right.. even if it did not feel so.

he had little time to balk before a black comet intersected him. the fury of his sister was a magnificent sight, one that even drew arcturus to a slower gait as he watched first in awe, and then in horror, as their victim was struck, rolling --

and pierced;

a horror threw its shade across his heart; arcturus looked away too slow, and despite his closed eyes he saw the spurting blush of crimson, the smattering of it sharp against pristine snow.. he slowed as he followed cam's screams down the descent, a blanched expression of distress coalescing his muzzle as he looked from the spear-stricken boy to his leader, and then to the blood that pooled malevolently along the boy's feet.