Moonspear he tests his might against what his eyes can't see

The call of an owl from the trees lured the swarthy beast from his den and into the cold snow-touched mountain range. From there, he stood as a stalwart figure against the wintery backdrop and surveyed their claim with an unreadable intensity to his youthful frame. The outside world had suffered greatly from the natural discourse that had swept across the wilds. They had been fortunate not to have been touched by it. It was as though the mountain was immune to disaster and hardship. The only thing that had found them on their lonely peak had been the scarcity of prey.
 
Snow crunched beneath the weight of his large paw. From the mouth of the den, he moved carefully until he had found a jutting perch where the mountain seemed to stretch outward in order to view the land below. Standing on this point, Atlas peered at the frosty terrain and breathed deeply the scents that were wafted up from below. The young titan could pull the aromas of Arcturus and his mother from that breeze just before it became too cold for further inhale.
 
An agile leap brought him from his perch to the snow. From there, he set his path in search of the others.