Lake Rodney i will not be commanded.

unexpectedly, praimfaya mentioned her skills in both fighting and diplomacy. these were two pursuits after arcturus' own heart: he looked to her sharply, with warm surprise mingling in his yellow eyes.

"is that so?" diplomacy, he did not doubt - was she not the warrior-princess of a nearby tribe? one did not rise to such station without some shred of tact.. but fighting.. fighting was something one learned, every day -- and the longer you lived, often, the better you became.

"show me." he squared up with a flick of his tail, a smile edging along his dark muzzle.