Moonspear born for greatness

All too eagerly, his attention springs to his mother's prompts, even with perception distracted still from the last fact she had given for them to digest. Now, and more by the moment, he was fit to become more aware of nature, it's rhythms, flows, and signals, some all more delicate than others as some of them played out in real-time before them. There is a quiet awe in the young cub, mixed with that instinctive alarm and anticipation, and he gleans his satisfaction from feeling these truths for real himself--even over that age-old din of fear on the wind, effecting him too--but can he find its truest source? He looks, and..

The rabbit's flight brings his senses to a new height with a place to pinpoint, and then just afterward, as if on cue, a great bird descends. Antares' stare is wide-eyed, and his every fiber in still--watching carefully, so not to miss a second.

Quickly, with a mighty flap of wings, its prey is seized and it is said and done; the rabbit carried off, and he exhaled the breath he had held. Nature's peace was soon to follow, but still he had nothing to say.. just a quiet bit of new understanding to call his after seeing that unfold. That was why his mother had pointed out what she had, and why the wilds themselves had told her so.. he trusted absolutely in Hydra's understandings, after all.. so only after a long moment watching the bird's retreat did he turn back to her, wondering what was next.