Moonspear heavy

they reached the stony bluff, and by that point it seemed isilme had lost some of her reservation, for she spoke easier now than she had in the minutes prior. arcturus listened in interest - it was good to know she had some basics. moonspear was a dominion steeped in militaristic tradition -- isilme would be a fine soldier, should she apply herself.

he nodded in agreement to her assessment; she was lithe, and quick. there were tactics fast wolves could employ, that could change the battle in an instant -- and there were also many defensive maneuvers one with speed could fashion to keep their head above water.

"that is promising." arcturus murmured, walking around in a small circle. he dampened the snow down, and dragged out from under a heap of snow a stick that was well-worn and chewed. a stick that had seen many sessions. "we will start with the basics of offense - i defend, you offend." he placed the stick in the small circle, and stood over it.

his sunny gaze fell upon isilme, intense yet filled with the warmth of a tutor. "take my kill."