Moonspear time is up, time has flown

The space between them was short work for the sturdy young wolf. He closed the gap and approached the handsome golden hues of his father with a low crown and a ghost of a smile on his lips. It was not often that he was able to get some alone time with Dirge. When he managed it, it was a welcome form of company. There was something to be admired in the Moonspear leader. Atlas had spent enough time wondering whether he would inherit some of the man’s diligence and stoicism.
 
“We need it, but I can’t help but feel uneasy when it gets this silent,” the young shade remarked to his father with a sheepish expression that he tried to conceal. Surveying their claim with watchful golden eyes, Atlas waited to see what wisdom his father would impart to cleanse his worry away.