Moonspear and if i don't answer, i'd hang around

endurance was a valuable asset, perhaps more than outright strength -- which in arcturus' experience, bloomed violently and withered quickly.

he kept after the boy, who was not fast -- but he was consistent.

arcturus did not press to close the distance now; what had been a game devolved into something a bit more noble, a conditioning session. he watched osiris' gait, slowing when he slowed and speeding up when he did, matching him pace for pace as they lugged up the mountain-side.

only a few times did he aim a cheeky nip at the boy, encouragement as much as motivation to keep going.

they came to a shelf where arcturus slowed, but osiris sped up. the boy leapt, clearing the lip but his lower limbs hanging. arcturus hung below, aiming another nip at a toe as he waited for osiris to pull himself up, so he might leap up next.