Moonspear shot caller

arcturus' mind wandered to their future: of a massive alliance in the likes the wilds had never seen. the prospect of sparring with these coastal wolves intrigued him -- excited him, even.

the only thing to dampen that excitement was the secret arcturus held to his chest: he did not know how to swim. in time, maybe, these wolves could teach him.

he nodded his head in affirmation, very much liking the suggestion of cross-terrain training. nothing could condition limbs better than constant, varied terrain. "i look forward to it." the beta answered perfunctorily, already devising plans for their future.