Moonspear with that silver dagger in his hands

windsong rushed into the beta's ears as he waited.

the fickle calm before the inevitable storm.

he tensed as he heard his name, expecting hydra and instead, receiving dragomir. how his heart rose and then fell to see the yearling hail him -- would he understand at all?

it caused arcturus great agony to be subjecting dragomir to the inevitable hurt and fallout that would come of this all. he had always liked the boy -- had always thought dragomir knew what it was to be moonsperian.

like with wraen, the words died in his throat as he tried to explain. "dragomir." a stark seriousness overtook arcturus' voice, the likes of which dragomir would have never heard from the beta before. "i want you to go -- " his face contorted in brief pain to be so dismissive. "i have come to fight hydra, and you should not be here." you should be safe.

it was then he heard -- and realized -- there was someone behind him. he turned rapidly, muzzle wrinkled in a half-snarl as he expected resistance and instead, was greeted with the inconceivable.

"wraen," the mountaineer blurted in disbelief, the hackles along his nape prickling. "you should not be here -- you can't --" again came that conflict of interest - stay, and insist on fighting, or flee before the pack turned upon his best friend.

moonspear would set in like wolves once they knew an intruder was in their midst. thinking quickly had never been arcturus' strong suit, a wolf who had largely had the luxury and time to look at problems from all angles.. but now, he must think fast and swift, for wraen's life depended upon it.

a pair of eyes set upon him reproachfully. the mountaineer grimaced as the wind picked up, raking past his hackles in thundering bursts. kukutux. she was silent, but her cold expression said it all. he had always liked kukutux, too -- but if she made a move for his friend he would rip the tender throat from her pale craw, so help her gods.

"dragomir --" he turned to the dark-furred yearling, an edge of desperation darkening his gaze. "please, escort wraen home before she gets hurt." how wretched he felt, to say such words. a bitterness curled like an asp in the pit of his stomach.