Moonspear rumors

Dull felt like a poor word to describe the lull in activity that had swept across the mountain. Atlas’ features furrowed into a thoughtful expression as he made himself comfortable beside the dark-cloaked woman. At the mention of the cougar attack, the shadow cast her an intense look. The young wolf appeared much more frightful with his furrowed brow and deep frown. The attack from the wild cat had put a peculiar fear on the mountain.
 
“After the cougar, it felt like we were all just waiting for whatever would come for us next,” he admitted to her, shrugging his shoulder stiffly. There was a part of him that was still waiting for the next attack on their wellbeing. With the rain, he had wondered if they would face dangers in the bodies of water below their claim.