Moonspear for a single hour in the wide starlight

@Osiris maybe?

The dark figure stood at the edge of Moonspear with a stern countenance on his features. The burning of his yellow-eyed stare was trained on the goat that was seen high on the mountain’s peaks. It was far too dangerous a climb for any of them. The prey animal seemed to traverse it with little care or ease, yet somehow had made short work of the large gaps and uneasy ground.
 
After several long moments of watching, Atlas continued along his trained course. The edges of Moonspear had become the young man’s place of thought. He had found himself tracing the lines of it each day, marking where he could before moving on. The protection of the pack seemed to be something worth training in the forefront of his mind. So he lifted his leg and marked the nearest stone before stepping down a sharp slope and keeping his course.