Moonspear where you once were there is a space, that runs as deep as hell

The pursuit of the dark woman led the boy to her, but she had a great deal of distance ahead of him. Atlas watched with a pensive stare. His gaze appeared like that of two roaring suns that were etched against an inky sky. When Hydra began her movement, the powerful young cub did not hesitate to trail after her. Though his limbs were not nearly as accustomed to the sharp climb of the stony peaks, his spirit was driven by the desire to improve himself and to show his mother that she could trust him to be capable and enduring. Time would turn his frame into a state of powerful, raw energy. When it came time for him to embrace the life that his adult body would grant him, Atlas Ostrega would find a seemingly endless wealth of energy.
 
When the dark figure of Hydra slipped behind the stony stretch of mountain, intent on her hunt, the young boy slowed his pace slightly and took in the surroundings with care. The dark wet of his nose was pointed to the earth, following the fragrance that she offered. Though he was not a master of the hunt, he had grown adamant about his improvement. There was a great deal more that he would need to learn, but Atlas could track well enough to follow a basic scent. And, so he did…
 
A few stops along the way, but the swarthy young man was able to keep a solid pace. The stretch of his limbs was done with the intention of closing the space between them, but she was sure to make this task a challenge for him. It was something he would anticipate in his pursuit.