Moonspear time is up, time has flown

Relief was replaced by envy within Atlas, and this too did not go unnoticed. It was a glimmering snippet, an insight cord wormed into their tapestry; he had once felt such things too in his life, however long ago it may have been. Had it been more prominent, he may have perceived his shadowy son's words as a worry, but as it were he had practice in knowing which fires to stoke and which to smother.

"It interests him," he supplied, "though I believe all of you do well when it comes to hunting. You can keep yourselves fed, after all," and here his words turned teasing, ever so slightly. His turn to be lighthearted, to chuckle. "I do not worry of that either. Your mother and I are skilled at it, so it's fair that you all would be too. That makes our living easier."