Sun Mote Copse time's the revelator

wraen stretched alongside him; arcturus suppressed the urge to do the same.

they were off, wraen teasing him for his lack of imagination, and arcturus smiling as he took it in stride. it was true -- he was not a man who could easily utilize his creativity. a life on moonspear had produced a capable wolf -- dry, and sometimes a bit boring -- but not a wolf who was fanciful or deeply poetic.

he was not sure if he liked this game; like all of wraens' games, it presented the singular challenge that was exposing more about himself he would rather keep isolated. if wraen never knew of all of his flaws, he might still have a chance -- but once the cat was out of the bag...

"sure," he agreed, though his heart was hammering and he was already worrying about what stupid things he might say. and what kind of questions should he ask -- should they be strictly professional, or should they be personal? he was silent for several sweeping strides as he thought of a good opener -- what would be a casual enough question that wraen would not feel perturbed, but was engaging enough she would not find him insufferably stuffy?

"besides the copse, what is your favorite territory to visit?"