Moonspear heavy

arcturus slowed, his ear cupped back. the beta believed he heard some sort of uncertainty in isilme's voice, and turned back to regard her carefully. "the sparring grounds. it's where dragomir and i spar." he hoped that would serve as sufficient answer, but if she still remained nervous, he wouldn't mind sparring where they stood instead. "we can do it here, if you'd like - it is just flatter up there." he motioned uphill, where the stones that encircled the flattened ground jutted into view.

"i hoped you could tell me what you know, before we begin." arcturus' sunflower gaze studied isilme softly - if she had learned anything in her brief stint outside of the spear, he wished to know.