Moonspear leaves from the vine

@Osiris

The dark young wolf climbed the stony slopes of the mountain pack until he had found himself at a reasonable perch on a large rocky outcropping. The rain still had not let up. This had left the dark predator in a foul mood that had latched tightly to his mind. He had not found much success in his hunts and he become something of a moody sentinel to the edges of their claim. Atlas still could not shake the feeling that danger would come to their mountain and if they did not suspect it, it would devastate them. He felt his place was to guard the pack and to keep the edges of the claim safe.
 
With a weary sigh, the yearling ducked beneath the rocky overhang and searched the cloudy skies for a sign that the weather might clear. The rain had been good for the foliage, but it had made many of their simple tasks much harder. With a pensive stare, the shade watched the gloomy world pass on while he waited for the rain to cease.