Spreading Your Love From The Tip Of A Sword

Arcus wasn't so sure as to why he was here, but he had grown restless. Travelling with astrea, while sweet, only reminded him of the things he had left behind. There was no guilt, no regret, only anger. He felt it constantly coursing through his chest, through his viens. Every day he was alone aside from this stupid bird that refused to leave him. Pest was the worst, but he couldn't imagine life without the bugger. Even now the twittering at his ears drove him mad and yet…it was nice. Nice to know he wasn't so alone. Even if the company was the most annoying bird in existance. Well, according to him. He moved, unhappily, through the snow, glaring intently at the white flecks that fluttered from above. Slate blue eyes were narrowed, his storms shining in their depths. And then something caught his gaze. Blinking, he'd stare at the strange man in the snow, ears pulling back. Fantastic…. Sighing softly he'd turn to walk in another direction, away from the stranger when, naturally, Pest decided to follow his name. He'd rumble in his throat, watching as the blue bird flew towards the stranger with a twittering greeting. Unlike Arcus, Tempest actually liked company and new wolves.

"Burn Baby Burn"