Moonspear i’m through with bibles, and i’m through with food

dragomir's smile elicited a light grin in rejoinder, for the boy's expression was infectious -- and well merited. arcturus' tail swayed as he listened to the delta's response, reading the surprise that lingered in his hazel eyes. "yes," he reaffirmed, his tone one of confident earnest. it was about time the young man be introduced to bigger game, and there was often no other way to do so than trial by fire.

arcturus thought for the briefest moment he detected a hint of uncertainty in dragomir, but if it was there then, it was gone now. he stood at attention, stretching out one right hind leg as he spoke. "best way to get practice, is to do. come -- i found tracks of a small band of bighorn above the rendezvous. have you attended a hunt before you came to moonspear?"