Moonspear There will come a soldier,

Peaceful, indeed. On the whole, it was what he had seen the most of. Besides an occasional fox, or whiff of a passerby that maybe swung a little closer than the rest, his rounds were made in the quiet. Even the cougar had come when he was far up the slopes, better relegated to guarding closer to the mother's at the time--such was luck of the draw then, however, whichever way one chose to look at it.

But, as he had suspected, she occupied their edges. He took this confirmation with a slow nod, and was glad for a name to pair up officially. He probably was not the most sociable either, especially out of his siblings--like Osiris, more forward and cordial, or even Atlas and Vega. Antares preferred the backdrop to observe, and take it in. He made himself known when necessary though, and would learn one day its full advantages. I thought so, he replied first, having long since accepted her presence as part of their scenery, even if he did not always see her. But, he supposed, there was great worth in it. Have you ever known it to not be peaceful..? he asked because he often wondered of the myriad of possibilities, and what it would take to shake the Moonspearian security--if anything truly could. Though.. peaceful is definitely best now, especially with the pups, he bobbed another nod. Not that he wished for anything but, of course. He kept mindful of the possibility. Complacency would do them no favors.