Moonspear maybe in time

The rush of the hunt, the scream from the animal, and then Atlas was upon them.
 
As he stepped to where Altair stood with his catch clasped firmly in his teeth, there was a surge of pride that washed over him. It was good to see that his younger brother was capable of catching one of those sharp hares. More than once they had led the dark hunter across the mountain, exhausting him before darting beneath the earth into their warren. To know that the boy was capable of latching onto them where it mattered most and bringing them to a stop, well… it would surely impress both Hydra and Dirge.
 
“End its suffering, Altair,” he instructed in a soft tone.
 
The look of fear in the creature’s gaze was not something that Atlas found a thrill in. He followed the prey animals and scouted their patterns so that he might share that information with his pack. He hunted out of necessity and to feed his family. There was very little joy in inspiring fear inside of another living thing.
 
“Kill to eat, not for fun. That makes sense, right?”