Moonspear It can never be that war shall preserve life, and peace destroy it.

The edges of the mountain had become his most diligent work.
 
The shade had ventured to the borders of their rocky claim and had set his task to marking the edges and watching for unfamiliar figures.
 
It was the aroma of such a figure that had pulled him in the direction of Revui. Atlas lowered his dark crown toward the earth and prowled quickly toward the fragrance. When he had closed much of the distance between them, the gold light of his eyes caught a figure that did not register as being familiar to the young Moonspear native. He certainly did not know of his relation to the slate coated male.
 
“Who are you?”
 
His voice was gruff and demanding. This figure was far too close to the edges of the pike. As though he felt the need to remind the other wolf of this, Atlas stepped forward and drew his head up.
 
“You are awfully close.”