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Straight to the point, the golden-cloaked female inquired who he was within just a moment of crossing paths with the dark hunter. Atlas offered her a warm smile that she would not have seen, and his inky tail waved behind him in a demonstration of friendliness. All the while, the young Ostrega was entirely unaware that his companion was blind and could not have known about the body language that he had shown her.
 
“I’m Atlas, er… Ostrega. Atlas Ostrega,” the shade introduced with a small nod. “What’s your name?”
 
There were sure to be members within the glen that he hadn’t met before. Osiris had been much better about venturing out of Moonspear; he’d met Leta out there in the wild, after all. It was important for them to know those who had joined the ranks of their family pack. If Atlas had any chance of growing into a leader like his brother, he would need to try to be more social.