Moonspear a golden crown

In the time since they've arrived, their days have expanded considerably and young Antares has taken well to his widening horizons. The world beyond the den's confines has his attention, as it should, and there is so much of it to behold. Not only that, all the while, his relationships with his fellows are growing to new depths--he can understand so much more, perceive it in himself and in the others more by the week, and even this is yet a beginning.

There are fundamentals that he has come to grasp, though-some certainties that will always be, like light and dark, mother, and home. He now senses that he has some place here among it all, too.

Anyway, as their howls taper off, despite what Hydra had told them about today already, he doesn't yet fully know the gravity of this situation.. this meeting to come, as an earthen-shaded wolf comes into view and Antares perked his head up tall to watch back. He felt no worry, but a lot of do not know to actually see their father and connect all the dots, finally, for himself. His dark brother went on ahead, and this too, he watched keenly from the comforting shadows of one of his mother-aunts.

But seconds ticked on by, all is well, and curiosity was practically burning him up! He was enlivened by the rush that uncertainty gave him, and finally he could not contain it anymore. He went slinking on after Atlas' route and rallying cry alike, but stayed wider, quieter, circling in half an arc around to peer back upon his brother and the new agouti face. His nose was working in absolute overdrive as he slowly, steadily closed in. 

This was really him, theirs!