Lake Rodney i will not be commanded.

with the flourish of social courtesies out of the way, arcturus takes the time (albeit slyly) to study praimfaya. not so long ago, he had been her age -- yet to arcturus, it seemed a lifetime. indeed, it was -- half a lifetime ago for the beta.

yet he admired her all the same. as a man of the spear, it was his custom to assess outside stock. wolf-flesh in the spear was almost entirely ostregan, and those outside of his blood were often judged harshly. as clinical as it seemed, arcturus had an eye for measuring those around him -- and he felt in some way, praimfaya had only just begun to tap into the wealth of strength she now displayed.

"on the hunt for game." came his ready reply. he was not convinced he should reveal the food shortage in moonspear, but if roangeda was ever to prove themselves an ally, it was likely they would need to know of their neighbors' strife. "but i have had no luck. is prey plentiful in roangeda?"