Moonspear house of leaves

@Hydra - hi ily this is short/small but full of much appreciation for you as a person

Afternoon sunlight brought life to the mountain range. Though the heat had been somewhat unbearable in the last month, the rain had come and had offered the wolves of Moonspear some relief. The yearling had adjusted his schedule so that he could patrol their claim after dark. It had given him time and space to be on his own while being mindful of the needs of the pack. When winter came, Atlas knew that he would be able to guard their territory at any time.
 
Squinting his gaze against the streak of light, the dark young wolf moved down the rocky slope and onto flatter footing. He lowered his head to the earth and sniffed before drawing his sights upward and setting them on the forest that he could see in the distance. The mountain was a place filled with pride, but he wondered what dark secrets existed in the wild wood.