Moonspear oathkeeper

He listens, he follows. His paws and mind are at work, so he is in a good place. When knowledge is dangling in front of his nose, he is particular and he is keen as their mother led them on to the meadow, guided them mentally, physically alike--and then the meeting with the stranger began.

Antares holds fast to a hawkish, watchful silence that soon settles upon the scarred snow-fur wolf. It isn't unusual for the cub, and his observations benefit best when his siblings are there to help do the talking, often laying the groundwork. But he is ever-present, curious--she is so foreign to him still, their sage. His attention is far too easily hers. Their mother had sent them into this poised, though, and perhaps a little baited. He's eager enough to keep going.

Antares. he does provide after his darkest brother replies, and it is with a soft voice he does not exercise often, or without the need. However, obedient, and when asked, though the chill in his eyes masks his swirling thoughts that looks for the answers his mother wants, he agrees with Atlas--as he is used to doing: a fault. After a nod, he chanced his add, with a soft (slightly misplaced) sort of tone. After all, Atlas has covered the most forward of answers. And flaws.. like anything that takes away from strength. he supposed, though this too was mere beginnings. Some last, he added. Hydra had taught them how to seek them, and learn to bypass and overcome their own--erase them, even. But these were goals for larger beasts yet. Some do not..

As for where her weakness lie..? His eyes were narrowing, careful not to miss anything as he was still on the hunt for his answer. Her scars certainly drew his lingering interests, but just because how unfamiliar and new they were to him, but they were no explanation unless any were new enough to hurt still--so what else was there to see? He wondered how fast she could be.. How bold in battle, tooth to claw.. Maybe it was more simple, more circumstantial and intertwined in what was not all against her always--maybe her weakness was so simple and faultless as her luminous white furs? He, deeply dark as his maternal line suggested, imagined trying to sneak and sleuth about  as such with a very distinct want to frown.. but instead, he was all ears for more first.