Moonspear rise up,

The summons sent butterflies through his stomach. The inkjet did not point himself directly toward the call of the dark woman. He wondered what she could be needing from her eldest children and whether or not he would be able to provide such things. Mustering his courage, Atlas moved from the edges of the Glen and back onto the rocky terrain of Moonspear. It felt comfortable to return to the mountain; he had not expected to miss it quite as much as he did. As he trailed the base of the large range, he traced the jagged slopes with his gaze and moved toward Hydra swiftly. 

Upon arrival, Atlas closed the space between them and brushed his muzzle to the underside of her chin with a rumble of love. He had missed seeing her watching from on high. More than this, there were certain comforts of home that he had forgotten - things like the smell of the terrain from high above the trees. When the shadow had greeted his mother he made a spot at her side and waited for the others.