Moonspear heavy

confident his bulk would sheath the stick, arcturus grinned as isilme worked out what had just happened. she nimbly darted from his searching teeth, leaving him with naught a mouthful of snow. grunting as he shifted to face her, arcturus was nearly blinded by the spray of powdery snow as isilme lunged with lightning speed for the stick --

and wrenched it out from under him.

he lugged after her with an empty snap, but she had succeeded -- and he would allow her to savor her victory. "you are fast." came the mountaineer's appraising remark. "good. we keep doing this and eventually you will get it first try." he sat down in the snow, a spearing and dark figure against blanched rags of white. "but not against me, though." one yellow eye winked, followed by a panting smile.

isilme’s company was a pleasant break from his usual duties. Arcturus stayed a few moments longer, but eventually excused himself. there were many matters to attend to, so he left isilme with some instruction on what exercises to do to sharpen her skills, and then made his leave.