Moonspear when i found the angels were drinking wine

ying had stayed.. arcturus closed his eyes, struggling to recall the memory of only scarce hours before.. but it was in vain, for a mental fog seemed to lurk all around him, shutting all the doors.

he sighed, pressed back into the pelts. for a moment he wanted to ask kukutux to stay, but he was too stubbornly proud to do so. instead he watched as the little snowbird inched out the den, left to his own confusing and unorganized thoughts.