Moonspear a hero to the masses, to those born without chances

in the mood for a spar? arcturus sidled close to @Hydra, surveying the band of cubs which played roughly along the slopes. the cold air and the change in climes had awoken something rather nippy in the mountaineer, and he glanced sidelong to his sister with an inviting quirk of his brow.

there was no fighter, in arcturus’ eyes, that rivaled hydra. he had fought many a time against her, and each time she imparted a new lesson — often with teeth. yet if he was going to be what he knew he was born to be, it was time to put aside his regimes, his daily conditionings— and put his mettle to the test.