Lift Me Up

Arcturus ventured out from where he and his family had been living without really having any kind of plan in mind. He didn't know exactly what he wanted to do or where he wanted to go, he only knew that he needed to get out and get some sort of movement under his paws. He had promised his sister that he would try to do better and to put the effort in effort and he refused to break his promise to her. He didn't always feel like he had a successful day or that he actually contributed anything to the wolves that he lived with, but he always at least left the den for a short period if nothing else. They were small steps that he hoped would eventually had up to something.

He neared the Rio Grande and as his sapphire gaze roamed over the landscape he spotted a familiar icy blue and white form up ahead that made his ears perk with recognition. He had thought about Vanille often since they parted ways. He worried about her a lot even though he tried not to since he really didn't know her other than her name. Even still, he couldn't quite get the memory of her struggling with trying to get down to where their prey was at the bottom of the pit out of his head. He smiled as he walked over to her, glancing curiously to the net she was mending. "Hey, Vanille. Good to see you again," he said as he came to stand by her. "Would you like some help with that?" He had been pretty good at crafting nets and taps with rope at least at one point from learning how to from his mother. Even if he hadn't done it in a while he felt like he could probably still manage.

"Arcturus Fatalis"