Aranis stood out in the open field with Mila. She wanted to become a hunter, and he would help her however he could. Though before he could do anything, he’d need to know how fit she was physically. If she wasn’t fit enough, he’d have to condition her. And with how competitive he was, that would be something he could do.
"Mila." He said, looking down to the end of the field. It was a good length, sixteen acres. He took his spear out, and after angling it, threw it halfway across. "Go run and grab my spear. And bring it back." He commanded.