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

’Revui. Brother of Hydra.’
 
The registering of this familial relation did not show on the shade’s features. Instead, his golden gaze lingered on the blue eyes of the man across from him for several long seconds before being averted. The young man swung his head around as though he expected his mother to be there, behind him. When he had been younger, the shade had wondered if the blue-eyed woman was capable of being conjured simply from speaking her name.
 
After a moment, Atlas realized that she would not be there and returned his attention to the wolf with the slate hood.
 
“I am Atlas, her son,” the dark stoic remarked in a graveled voice. Questions seemed to flurry through his mind like a winter storm. The shade wondered why Revui had not remained with the wolves of Moonspear. Knowing better than to ask such a pointed statement, Atlas frowned thoughtfully and canted his head questioningly. “Are you here to see her?”