Moonspear i'm coming home

They had left shortly after for Moonspear and Atreyu followed them. He stayed at a distance, keeping track of their trail as he fell further and further behind thanks to his lagged gait compared to the more graceful strides of the other three wolves. Their scents were easy to follow, being so distinct, and the boy happened across them a while later, following the winding trail into a forest that sat at the base of an impressive looking mountain. Atreyu had studied the looming form for a lengthy pause before entering the woods. He had been here before, he was sure of it.

The salty scent from Charon and Floki's coats stood out like a sore thumb here, and so were easy to hunt down in the tangle of branches and undergrowth. They hadn't made it to the mountain yet, he realised with a flicker of relief. Atreyu wasn't sure how he was going to fare on a mountain with it's sloping sides and steep drops.

Eventually, he caught up with the trio, stiffening as he realised another had joined them. He slipped out from between the trees to join his pack mates, standing off to one side a bit as he studied the stranger. He didn't seem dangerous. Skinny, scarred with all the tell-tale signs of a loner. Atreyu had missed his initial words and Charon and Amekaze's reply, and so his posture was dominant, wary of the stranger despite the relaxed demeanours of everyone else. He moved to Floki's side, feeling overly protective over the boy ever since the bear incident.