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

as dragomir shook out his silky coat, arcturus glanced along the mountainside in contemplation. the boy spoke of his past life, mentioning a hunt he had once witnessed. this served as better than nothing at all -- for sometimes, watching was all one could do to learn.

"that is good. well -- the first reality of hunting big game," arcturus mantled smoothly up the slope, motioning for dragomir to follow him - "is that you will fail more often than you succeed." he took in a breath of the chilling mountain air, a threadbare smile lingering along his lips. "come to peace with that, and your mind will be much quieter as you hunt. more focused. we may win today -- or we may not -- remember that our quarry wants to win just as much as we do." the scent of ram was thin as the cold air here. arcturus bent to the snow to inspect it -- stale, but not too old.

"do you know how we bring down prey larger than us?"