Moonspear when i found the angels were drinking wine

kukutux waved him off with a flick of her snowbound ears. she was a healer within the pack, though her skills lacked the nuance of lyra's own. but he was her packmate and leader. her skills belonged to moonspear, to him.

"you fought your brother," came the words, flying unbidden from her jaws. but why should she not ask? arcturus lay here in her sleeping place, she treated him with her stores. he could answer her questions. "why?"