Moonspear even would i know in my lifetime i will be

arcturus was pleased to catch the boy in what appeared to be a training jaunt — it showed some promise that the boy’s mettle matched those born to the spear. he took inventory of dragomir’s changed appearance, a shadow briefly flitting across his features. the famine had taken its toll on them all, though arcturus did not favor the gaunt appearance of his packmate, nor the hollow space of starvation that took occupancy under dragomir’s already troubled eyes.

have you been eating enough? he prompted, wondering then if he should put his plans for training on hold if the boy was weakened. a hungry disciple was a weak one — and he did not wish to waste what little energy the boy had if he was so clearly thrifty. i was going to see if you’d like to spar today — but we can also go to the cache if you would like. how has your daily training uphill gone? he noted the boy still limped, but new muscle had overlaid the atrophied ones. arcturus knew progress came in small developments, and that it was best not to rush in these cases.