Moonspear i’m on the dark side of a hollow hill

As it were, Arcturus did in fact find him with relative ease. Dirge had no more reached a point where satisfaction and fatigue met over his handiwork, and a paw soon hovered over the stringy squirrel when he took in the sight of the swarthy in-law.

"Wasn't much when it was alive either," came his pithy reply, though he did not afford himself to explain what he intended with it. He would have, if not for the terseness and tension that betrayed a casual visit; he drug his foot along and pushed the squirrel in with a heap of soil, his gaze stayed settled on him. Something picked at him—clear then at a start and stop taper that Dirge did not find particularly becoming of the usually confident Arcturus.

The question almost humored him, but he did not smile.

As if the mildly mortifying question hadn't outed him, Dirge pushed for clarification: "My first what?" Too many variables in that question, though given the season one would deign he sought to drag it out of the younger wolf... and it provided him with the opportunity to gather himself for prying questions. Perhaps self-interest drove Arcturus to him, among other things, but he was not foolish to give away such easily.