Moonspear ᵐᵗᵐᵖʰ antúlien

With age came changes: a formal debut into the pack and the seemingly endless unfolding of their horizons. There is more of Moonspear to see, more stories to scribble his name into. Atlas understands this and has already started blazing his own paths around the rendezvous site.

His enterprises were never thoughtless. Familial units exercise caution when out and about. His parents have raised no fool. And yet, many an interesting thing has occurred in a short amount of time upon Moonspear. A vast rumbling felt in loose stones. No sooner did this rumbling stop did foreigners appear, one a visitor meant to train them.

Hydra brings their awareness to the small up and down motion of the woman's ribs. That alone draws his brother close, absorbed in the cognizance of this pale woman. Atlas does no move, content to sit beside Hydra in glacial regard. If Aurëwen is about to come to, he will stay silent. If not, perhaps that strange, eldritch brand spread over her back will finally consume her. Such an obscure and unnatural design...It's a surprise she yet lives.