Ghost Lion Crag Ride or die.

arcturus expected the woman, when she saw him, would rise to her feet and offer some sort of greeting passable of being a formality. instead, she rose and came towards him like a crooning mountain goat, giving him a look he had never seen anyone give him before.

he was rooted to the spot - bewildered, first, by that look in her eyes. was she possessed? angry? did she want to kill him? eat him? he braced for impact, feeling the fur along his spine rifle as he thought of all of the above happening to his sister. then came, whatever it was she said -- arcturus was sure she had not just said "you want some fuck?". he was so positive, in fact, and it was so out of context and so something he would never expect to hear, that he just simply pushed it right out of his mind as a possibility.

"what?" he sputtered, ears back as he instinctively made for some space between them. there had to be something in the water, what with the way she was looking.. but then the wind shifted; arcturus barely noticed, except a scent came along with towhee that was entirely new, and terrifying at once.

the same scent he remembered speedy having, last year -- a memory which brought back images of flashing teeth, the proud face of his father, and hydra's belligerently icy blue stare.