Blackfeather Woods Wanderings

The female seemed to agree with his idea of a spar and so he gave a slight nod, committing the idea to memory so that when they next came upon each other (or, perhaps, if he sought her out specifically) they could do some sparring.

She did not seem to understand the term Mercenary, and his brow raised slightly. The idea that one might not know had not crossed his mind - and he thought for a moment before answering. "They are... like the fighters of the pack. Refreshing borders, offensive and defensive fighting, that sort of thing." Aries flicked his tail, glancing momentarily to the snow. Still, he could not feel the cold that should be numbing his paws. Or, perhaps, they were simply already numb.