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

The answer that was offered by the slate coated wolf was not one that settled well in the mind or heart of the dark Moonspear youth. Atlas regarded the wolf across from him with a thoughtful and skeptical expression. The sharp gold of his gaze seemed to hold the turquoise sights of the stranger with daring resolve for one who had seen so little of the world.
 
Revui was a burly beast. There was no denying that he could cause devastation against another creature. Atlas was not swayed by this realization; his own frame was still forming into its adult shape and taking on a great deal of muscle. It would not have been long before he would likely match the size and magnitude of the aqua-eyed relative.
 
“That seems… strange,” the young shade remarked with a humorous purr. A smile lined his dark lips, ghostly and verging on sinister in its appearance. “It seems a farce that the wolves of Moonspear would require the protection of one who could not even return to his home after losing a battle.” The words were made plainly and without bias or judgement.