Moonspear rumors

The shade moved like a hunter who seemed knowledgeable beyond his years. If it had not been for the stern instruction from his mother, Atlas would not have possessed that range of power. He had learned well from some of the best hunters he’d ever witnessed. There were still many things to learn, as well. As the dark yearling watched Desdemona prepare for the fateful lunge, he moved to position himself so that he might be able to catch the bird, should it attempt to flee. When she dove toward it, her fangs snapped quickly and held fast to the squawking creature’s limb.
 
With his mark clear, Atlas darted to where the bird fought to free itself and sunk his fangs into the long neck of the thing. With a violent shake, the two wolves had a rather large specimen between their teeth. When the shade was certain that the animal was dead, he released his hold on it and turned to Desdemona with a proud glimmer in the lamplight yellow of his eyes.