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

’No.’
 
The response was quick, like a lashing of a whip. To Atlas, it seemed a confusing thing that this stranger should approach the edges of their pack, proclaim is relation to the leader of the spear, and then quickly deny any wish to see her. To the young Ostrega, none of those things seemed to add up to the same conclusion.
 
Were it not for the second remark that was made, the shade might have attempted to square himself against the unknown family member. It seemed that the blue-eyed fellow had been away from his birthplace for some time and had wished to return. For what? Atlas could not have said with any certainty. The behavior was still peculiar to him.
 
“Why did you leave?” he asked gruffly. Why leave and then return with such longing?