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such bitterness still existed in the ostrega, who kept the low-burning fires of his anger alive any time his thoughts revisited what had transpired on the spear. he was momentarily shamed by how harsh his words had come across, but he saw in kukutux possible understanding. either that, or arcturus was simply looking for things that were not there to justify his emotions.

he almost let a bitter laugh escape him as he heard kukutux; she was right, but was he not here because he refused to let the mountain roll over him? he had not seen eye to eye, and here he was -- self-outcasted and self-exiled while moonspear's high ridges sat smugly in the distance. watching him always.

"i will, sister." arcturus murmured, feeling a different kind of kinship spark between him and kukutux. just for moment, that enormous gulf between them seemed passable -- but then arcturus lost it. "the mountain breeds hardness, i can say that much. you and i may be too stubborn yet to let go of the things we see as important."

it was just too bad that arcturus' important sat miles away from his birthplace in the name of a she-wolf named wraen.