Moonspear maybe in time

Altair fired back with his own growl. This inspired a curling smile that settled on the older boy’s lips, squinting at the pup with some delight in the gold of his gaze. He enjoyed that his little brother had spunk in him and that he did not seem afraid to show it. This would prove to be an interesting thing to watch develop over time. He wondered if Hydra’s sharp nature and stern but loving guidance would dampen any of that, or if Altair would flourish under the culture of Moonspear.
 
“I suppose you’re right. Yeah let’s see if we can catch a snack, hmm?”
 
Atlas lowered his head a bit, pressing his nose to the top of Altair’s crown for a second before he pulled away and cast his gaze into the wooded area a short distance from where they were. He knew that the younger boy would be alright as long as he stayed close and kept an eye out for any signs of trouble. Still young, but Altair would benefit from going on a tracking trip.
 
The yearling squinted softly and began his search near the wood. He expected the younger would follow and explore for himself.