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

The Ostrega children had entered a peculiar stage in their lives. They had all grown considerably over the last few months. Many of them had stepped closer to their adult shapes and sizes, with room still to continue that maturing. They were on the brink of reaching that full potential, but it was just out of reach and they were still so very young…
 
Atlas longed for the freedom to roam the borders of the mountain on his own. He was thrilled by the prospect of learning the hunt and using that in order to benefit those within Moonspear. All these potential outcomes were thrilling, but he felt stunted by the protective eye of their dutiful mother. Hydra knew better than her children, that was certain. It did not mean that their young egos were not compelled by the prospect of growth and power. In time, surely, they would become indomitable figures. The young beast could not help but to feel impatient with the idea of having to wait.
 
Charging toward where he believed the scent followed, Atlas did not pause to wait for his mother or turn his head to see if she followed behind him. Instinct told him that she was close at his heels and watching carefully. The pressure was motivating. Pausing in his venture, the burly shadow peered at their surroundings and breathed deeply once more. The scent of their prey seemed to have faded and he feared that he had lost the trail.