Firefly Glen exxus

@Osiris

The dark yearling stepped from his den and into the morning sunlight, squinting. His mind had been filled with many thoughts since their move to the glen. He still was not used to the environment. Atlas would never have admitted it, but he felt rather sheltered by his life on the mountain. He'd been the son of leadership, how much could he truly know about the world? After all a prince was not worth much more than his title. The shade couldn't help but feel that he had not yet earned his keep as a man of the world. 

Not a day passed that he did not look to his brother with envy. There was pride there too. Not all feelings were comprised of just one thing. Still, as the inkwell prowled toward the borders of the glen to check the markings, he wondered if he had simply never been born to be as great as those around him. Perhaps Atlas was just the normal guy.