Moonspear rumors

As her question was asked, the dark young wolf felt a sense of dawning and sadness overtake him. The sharp gold of his vision locked onto her features with a stare beyond his years. It was something that lingered in his mind constantly, but he wasn't sure how to convey such a thing without sounding pathetically naive and desperate. 

"I have thought about it many times," he said, chuckling. "I've gotten used to the mountain. I know it well. Out there," he stopped with a quick frown and then shook his head softly. Out there was a world that he knew nothing about and the burning thirst he felt to explore it was not something he could convey with words. 

"I fear if I leave, Moonspear would suffer."

Atlas knew how that would sound. He didn't believe that he carried the weight of protecting the pack entirely. He could only think of the cougar that had attacked their home. How not being there to defend it had simmered inside him like a fire. What if it were to happen again? What if his family was harmed?