Moonspear leaves from the vine

The warning of danger that was issued by his brother had left him with a churning stomach. Atlas did not want to shy away from such things, but he was not a fool and he did not think himself capable of facing such things on his own. So, it was safe to say that he would not be venturing there to best their foes with only his youthful frame and spark of aggression.
 
“I wouldn’t dream of going alone,” the inkwell responded with a small smile and a daring glance to his ochre-touched sibling. Though he was eager to prove himself and his worth, Atlas was not prone to acting out of his comfort zone. He would much rather keep to the shadows and wait for his chance to strike; Osiris could take the lead.
 
“Come, let’s go patrol and discuss our next course of action,” the inky yearling commented and gestured with his muzzle on a path for the two of them.