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

The words that she offered were meant to provide guidance, but Atlas felt a cold seething sensation that could only be described as exasperation. To have failed so early in his life was something that he should have anticipated, but it did little to calm the blood flow or the sickening beat of his heart within his chest. Still, Atlas turned to his mother with a calm demeanor and nodded his head. He understood, regardless of his inner turmoil. In those moments of raw emotion, he vowed that he would not suffer those feelings again. Moving forward, he would grow his skills in the hunt and prove his worth.
 
“Next time,” the swarthy young boy remarked, his tone gruffer than it had been before, “I will not fail.”
 
Atlas stood closely at her side, taking note of the way in which she followed the scent and allowed it to lead her up and away from them. Was this the reason why he had lost it so suddenly? She glanced to him with an icy stare. For a moment, he did not wish to meet her gaze for fear that she might catch his feelings of foolishness in the glint of his amber optics. Steadying himself, he looked to her and breathed a sigh. It was obvious that he had not understood that their mark was capable of flight.