Moonspear towards disaster and the things that i would see

arcturus turned an ear towards osiris, savoring the question and choosing his words delicately. "age is not so much a factor. it is your training, your body, the availability of prey, and the experiences you've had leading up to the hunt." it was unfortunate osiris had been born in a time of famine. "the famine works against you."

he offered a shrug - who was he to command the herd? osiris had nothing but time, and if arcturus was around, he would see to it the boy would not be underprepared. "large game is unbelievably strong. it is best to watch several hunts first, before you partake yourself." he crouched downwards as he watched osiris suss out the scents, and for a moment his shape seemed like that of a blackened panther. "yes, vole. and where does it go?"