Moonspear maybe in time

Atlas had never truly been given an opportunity to boast his own skills, so when his younger brother asked about his hunting skills, the dark shade looked to the boy with a thoughtful crease of his brow. He would not have put himself on the same level as Osiris, and certainly not on the same playing field as their parents. The younger child also seemed to lament over the idea that their parents would not let him travel to the borders as easily as his older siblings. At this, the shade chuckled and nodded his head.
 
“Yes, but at one point, mother and father guarded us as carefully as they do with you,” he informed Altair with a knowing glance. He remembered all too well the days when he would stare longingly as his parents would venture out to scour the edges of the mountain or search for a snack for him and his siblings. Once he had grown enough that it was possible to make those journeys on his own, the appeal had faded to something more like an obligation. Atlas still did what he could to remain dutiful for his pack and for his parents.
 
When Altair admitted that he desired to be a good hunter just like his parents, the dark yearling smiled softly and imagined that both Hydra and Dirge would be proud of their son – proud of his aspirations. Even Atlas could not help but to feel pleased with the younger boy’s desire. It would likely be the foundation for a strong future. “I think you’ll be a great hunter, Altair. You’ve already got the hang of it and you aren’t even a year old yet, hmm?” the shade comforted his brother and offered a supportive nod.
 
“Besides, if you’d like to practice hunting or patrolling… I don’t think mom and dad would be too upset if you went out with me,” the dark wolf then added.