Moonspear i can't remember when i felt so free

A very large cat. What is a cat? Dragomir asked next, for Arcuturus' humorous description painted an image in his mind of something like a huge, long rabbit that ate meat. The Beta bid him not to laugh but he couldn't choke down the giggle that bubbled up between his grinning teeth. What a freaky concept. The reality of cats—sharp teeth, sharp claws, sturdy bodies with a snake-like flexibility and long legs to propel them great distances—would be nowhere near as funny when he was confronted with it for the first time.

Mirth aside, it was time to get serious. We're expecting puppies, then? he asked, having completely missed the whole point of Hydra's lecture about her season a little while back. It'd helped explain his really weird boner but he hadn't exactly got the memo that she was having more kids. Now it clicked. Or maybe Arcuturs was? He didn't know any of the existing juveniles besides their names and he found himself hoping he could teach Moonspear's new pups a few things, have a better relationship with them, if they truly were coming.

He lowered his head and sniffed along the ground for a little while, catching traces here and there of the lynx's passing. Do they live up high? he asked, turning to gaze up toward the summit. That's where the trail seemed to lead.