Moonspear ego death

The field held a rocky composition, being formed through the clearing of trees upon the mountain's western face. It was quite large compared to a wolf such as Glaukos, and would serve the purpose of a training space very well. If he ran from one end to the other, he would be nearly out of breath after the sprint—definitely so if he ran back again to his starting position. It was longer than it was wide, and the edges frayed in to the remains of rotted forest and new after-fire growth that cloaked Moonspear.

Glaukos looked out upon his work, which he had shared briefly with Tiuttuk for a day or two, and was pleased enough with what had been done. This was the moment that Alaric found him; his voice carrying from a gap in the woods which connected to one of the many patrol routes.

The soldier looked sharply after the man, and took a deep breath. A training field. Tiuttuk wanted to be trained. You did not have a good space for it before.

Pacing, Glaukos found the center of the field and squared-off to Alaric's position.

Would you help me test the space?