Moonspear a hero to the masses, to those born without chances

relieved to hear his sister amenable, arcturus felt a smile skip across his features quick and as fleeting as stone across water. he hid it swiftly, hoping hydra would not notice between the hefty lick of her grooming tongue. he had much the same opinion as her: to practice daily was to become better, and to become better was to stay the best.

he nodded, a silent acceptance to his movements. with his physical energy needs for the day met, the mountaineer chose to linger along the den's promontory, playing sentinel for the rest of the night.