Moonspear and if i don't answer, i'd hang around

on osiris surged, scrambling past ledge and snow with arcturus in hot pursuit. this was good practice -- for both osiris, and arcturus, who as of late had not trained as heavily as he oft wanted to. with patrols consuming most of his time, it was a small godsend he found a sliver of time in which to play.

osiris was hauling up the mountainside, and arcturus decided to give him little quarter. he strode quickly, matching the boy's pace, his jaws snapping playfully at osiris' flinging heels. soon he would be out of breath, but for now, he enjoyed living in the moment and having fun for once.