Sun Mote Copse Today's the first day of the rest of your life

it was solved then - he would make the daunting journey to report to niamh himself. he tried to hide the little fluttering of unease he felt -- he had not forgotten his last scrape with the confident adonis.

hunting was something he could easily do; while not something he boasted about often, arcturus enjoyed the single-mindedness that occupied his mind as he hunted. it was just as purposeful as guarding, if not more so -- for there was a certain satisfaction in marching back into camp with a kill in tow..

thinking of kills and children, arcturus looked up to find wraen's expression seemed rather critical -- as if she were studying him. "i'm a great babysitter if that's what you need, just ask ---" the cheeky grin fell from his face as he remembered. "..dirge."

nevertheless, he had spent many hours with osiris and atlas, with dragomir -- they were grown now, but he remembered them when they were but little devious sootsprites, mantling the mountain or sinking little daggerteeth into his arms.