Ghost Lion Crag i know there's greed and there's corruption

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arcturus struggled to keep an idiotic grin from welling his features. the more he thought of them sparring, the more appealing it became — and not for learning reasons, either. he felt exhilaration ripple across his skin, and settle shakily in his breath — there was something different about sparring with a not-stranger, especially wraen.

so he met her challenging gaze, rising lightly to his feet. an inner sense, a guidance he had never known he had before, bid him to be smooth and slow — for somehow, the stakes were high in this game they were partaking in.

a smile curved his features, though it was gone quickly as arcturus rounded his shoulders and looked to wraen in an expression he believed was unreadable. he would test her first before any contact was made; while he felt a thrilling note play in his blood, he also felt wary. cautious even, that he might ruin the intoxicating spell that was settling around them.

knowing some wolves that did not fight were slow in their reflexes, arcturus straightened his head, flashed wraen a sunny smile meant to disarm her, and then lunged for her paw. the maneuver was not meant to make contact with her — not yet — but already, the beta felt his blood soaring in heady excitement.