Moonspear hear me, hear me brother

Atlas cast her a guarded glance when she mentioned that he did appear wary more often than not. He hadn’t thought that the shadowed woman would have paid much attention to how he behaved or the demeanor that he carried with him. The shade knew well enough that he was a nervous fellow and he had battled with those feelings for a short time.
 
“There are a pair of packs causing trouble out there. Who is to say they would not come to our land? Who could even say what kind of damage they might cause here?” the inkwell answered her. For a young boy, his voice was stern, and his eyes seemed to carry a heavier weight than they should have. Atlas had only been alive for nearly two years, but he worried day and night for the safety of the others in the pack, and for his family above all else.